La Amante Novels & Stories

“It’s called the Estrella del Mar. I want to see you, mi amor.” I couldn’t resist that purring voice. “Give me fifteen minutes,” I said.

Lucy asked again and Archer clenched his jaw now very irritated with her questions . Arabelle would never irritate him , even if she pulled his cheeks or made fun of him . He loved her , but Lucy had him angry within seconds . Antonio smirked and kept his hand on Archer's shouder . " Lets chat " He said and walked in the kitchen . " No thankyou for saving ? Sir " he asked and Archer grabbed a beer and drank it . " Lucy seems interested in you " Antonio spoke . " I would kill her for talking to me if it wasn't for Arabelle " Archer said walking out .

Camila chuckled, collecting the dryer from her and helping her to dry her hair, “I'm serious.” “From all the articles I've seen about Mr. Alessandro Antonio, he loves his wife dearly alongside his three beautiful children. So it's ridiculous to hear you say that he looks at you like someone… woman….What did you say again?” Amora sighed. There's no way she would make Camila understand the connection she has with Antonio. There's no way she would get it because she spends more time worrying about her than seeing what she sees in Antonio. “Help me pick out my dress.” Amora said as she led Camila into the room where three beautiful dress of different colors and different designs were lying on th

"First time in Positano?" "That obvious?" I asked with a small laugh. "A beautiful woman looking slightly lost in our small library?" He smiled, showing dimples. "Yes, bella, it's obvious. I'm Amante, by the way." "Elowen," I offered, and something about his easy manner made me relax slightly. "And you're right, this is my first time here." "Are you traveling alone?" Amante asked, then held up his hands quickly. "Not trying to be invasive, just curious what brings a beautiful American woman to our little corner of Italy all by herself."

I will tear her heart. Luca whispered a nervous laugh. - Fuck, Santino… you freak out. I smile. A slow, cruel smile. - I'm not here to be loved, Luca. I'm here for being feared. Amende's point of view I observe them from the shadow of the corridor. They think no one hears them, but the walls of this villa have ears. And I, amende, I can listen to. Alaya is there, straight, fragile and furious at the same time, in this pale dress which floats around it as a wave of pain. She hugs her hands, her gaze burns like a poorly contained fire.

Sandro looked annoyed at the woman in tight clothes, "stop your bullshit!" "Amanda did you know that Sandro is the eldest cousin of my lover Yemet?" "Mm... yes." She answered questions from Mania. Amanda then stood up, she had already eaten the dish. "Excuse me, looks like I need to rest for a bit." She said, then walked towards the stairs quickly without waiting for an answer.

Hadn’t reached for me through our bond. Ares whined within me, his golden presence stretching toward Athena’s copper warmth only to find it withdrawn, curled tight and defensive around whatever turmoil churned inside my mate. The name Ethan had called her; Amala Luna Velasco, echoed between us, unspoken but impossible to ignore. Three words that threatened to unravel everything we thought we knew about the woman I loved.

As if Amaryah and Lucian could not see him, he scooted closer to his master's ear and whispered, "The lady looks like a foreigner, too. She could not possibly be your former lover, right?" Lucian, who possessed ears that can hear the slightest error in the vibration of a strummed instrument, heard his words and gave Apple a murderous stare. Apple immediately shut his mouth and stood properly and meekly behind Martin. 'So these two were actually a couple, ah! I'm sorry. I didn't know!' he lamented in his heart. "You are… Young Lady Amaryah?" Martin finally found his voice and managed to ask, voice low and trembling. "Yes. Martin Plateau?" Amaryah replied.

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

It was beautiful. “it’s beautiful, Roman” I said. “so are you Camila” and his lips met mine. “ti amore” he murmured against my mouth as our lips moved in sync. It was a moment to cherish.