La Amante Novels & Stories

Lucifer murmured eyeing her lips. There is just an inch between their lips. "That was a mistake and you know it" Amber defended herself in a breathless whisper. "A mistake I loved so much and would not mind if you repeat" he smirked. Amber blushed beet red with embarrassment. "You..." She stopped unable to finish her sentence when a pair of lips covered her own in a passionate kiss. Amber with all reluctance allowed Lucifer to kiss her. She is wearing a short black dress that is molded to her figure, leaving very little to the imagination. It reached mid-thigh showing her cute lean legs.

Nico let out a hiss that brought him back to his senses, the dirty smile curling up on his lips. “Why, what a beauty,” Alvarez sang. “You’re Leonardo Ammassari’s sister, aren’t you? Heard a lot about the marriage. Smart move. It’s a pleasure to meet you, signora,” “Likewise,” I nodded. Nico was quick to pull me back, holding me close against him.

A perfect Luna suggestion. Maybe Amelia really was ready for this after all.

“That you want to be bound to my brother. Is that what you want, Amara?” Dante had dropped his hand in favor of also staring in anticipation. Something about the way she had said my name made my stomach tighten. Grey eyes searched through mine for any semblance of a lie and I was all too reminded of how awfully similar the DeLaurentis siblings were. I lifted my chin just a little, and with the grace of someone who had been groomed to perfection, I nodded. “Yes,” I turned to Dante, and leaned forward to press a chaste kiss on his lips. He didn’t move or react as I’d thought he would. But I could have sworn I felt the ghost of a stiffen.

She smiles warmly at Adriana, her eyes filling with tears. “She is beautiful. Look at her Atticus, she suits you perfectly,” she says softly, looking between us. I look across at Adriana, gazing into her soft green eyes that are staring back at me. I can’t tell what she’s thinking, but the way her hair falls over her face makes my fingers itch to reach out and brush it back. “I am truly happy to know that you will not be alone, Atticus. This is the Luna of this pack. My son’s Luna.” Mom murmurs as she weakly tugs our hands closer, placing mine upwards.

I got to the garden, and that was when I saw her; an angel seated alone on the bench with a blue Iris flower in her hands. As I approached, my heart started racing in a way I couldn't comprehend. The moment she turned and our eyes locked, Lyall leaped and roared out in excitement. "MATE! EROS, SHE IS OUR MATE!" For a moment, I froze on the spot. The way the bright moon reflected on her ethereal crystal blue eyes as they bored into mine, felt like my soul was captured. Her eyes were surreal, extremely beautiful in a way I couldn't look away. She looked away from me and stood up.

He turned to see a figure emerging from the shadows, their features obscured by the darkness. "Who are you?" Antonio demanded, his voice tight with suspicion. The figure stepped closer, revealing themselves to be a woman, her features illuminated by the dim glow of a nearby streetlight. She was tall and slender, with dark hair that fell in loose waves around her shoulders. "I'm Amari," she said, her voice calm but with an underlying edge of urgency. "And I think we need to talk." Antonio eyed her warily, unsure of whether to trust her. But there was something in her demeanor, a sense of purpose that resonated with his own, that made him pause.

Upon their return, they sat in the courtyard, enjoying drinks and the serene atmosphere, until their peace was shattered by the entrance of a young lady who addressed Hannah with disdain. "It seems like you're Hannah. Let me give you a piece of advice. If you think Liam loves you just because you're his mate, then you must be dreaming. Nobody can come between me and Liam; I'm his first," the woman, Sophie, sneered, her words dripping with jealousy. Before Sophie could continue, Camelia stood up, her tone sharp and annoyed. "Sophie, that's your Luna you're talking to. You should show respect." Sophie retorted, her defiance clear, "She's not my Luna. She may be yours, but not mine. I would nev

She spat out, looking at Antonio in disgust. Antonio looks at her curiously, and she could see the pieces were clicking into place, “Fuck. You are Amaranthe DiMaggio?” he asks her, incredulous, then he shakes his head, “Dimitri’s promised wife.” Amy winces, the reality of his words stung.

He needs to see her,, but all he sees is darkness. Jacky resembled a stray kitten. When he first saw the woman on the yacht sleeping while hugging her bag, he couldn't deny that her face was so innocent. Yes, he initially mistook her for a thief, but when he saw her face, which was pale and frail, he felt sorry for her. The girl was shy, and he sensed it. He also notices that it is always staring into his eyes, and he is frightened by it. Many people are enamored with his happy-go-lucky nature, but he is reluctant to say how he feels about his wife he adores. Stupid if stupid, but perhaps that's how he truly is when it comes to Amara, his wife.