La Amante Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

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 Ares whined within me, his golden presence stretching toward Athena’s copper warmth only to find it withdrawn, curled tight and defensive around whatever turmoil churned inside my mate.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.

I declared. "I think she's pretty." Ella said. I glared. "She has the figure of a twelve-year-old!" "You're jealous." Before I could deny it, one of Alessandro's cousin, Ama appeared, wrapping one arm around my waist. She looked almost sinful in a yellow off-the-shoulder Mexican blouse with wide crimson and gold silk skirts. She wore huge gold hoops that touched her bare shoulders. I thought shd looked exotic-like a wild gypsy. "Who is Lily jealous of?"

Lucus asked “She’s gone,she left”. Antonio answered about immediately, his body shivering at his response “Okay,what are your likes and dislikes about “She” ”. Lucus asked trying to get something he desperately wanted to hear from Antonio Antonio was silent for some while “Well, She's beautiful, really beautiful,she has eyes like that of an ocean, lovely blonde hair, She's really prefect,I _umm I can't really find any fault in her”. Antonio said trying to restrain the barest hint of tears on his eyes

Amalia noticed the handsome man behind Lisa with Lilani in his arms. "You must be Lisa's husband for sure. Come in; I'll take you to the room where Lilani sleeps.” She warmly greeted Alessandro and playfully winked at Lisa. Alessandro followed Amalia to the bedroom and laid Lilani gently on the bed. He turned and gently closed the door behind him. He walked to where he heard Lisa's voice. “Alessandro, this is my aunt Amalia; Auntie, this is Alessandro, my husband.” Lisa introduced them.

he demanded. Camila’s scoffed. “It’s not my fault that Amora is naive, or that she chose to be my friend, or that she’s so beautiful,” she snapped, bitterness and jealousy seeping into every word. “I will never have what Amora has, no matter how hard I try. And so I decided to test the limits of Antonio’s devotion to Amora.” She added before smirking, “Can’t you see? Antonio can tear off anyone who dares Amora, he may not know it but I think he’s in love with Amora which is totally wrong! No one should love Amora genuinely like I do!”

I avoided contact with his blazing eyes. “Wow… how you’ve put the angels to shame with your beauty, miss.” The priest complimented, entranced, and I blushed my thank you. “Get to work!” Nero snarled at the priest, who immediately opened up the Bible and in less than five minutes… I, Amara Skyes, pledged to be Amara De Santoro forever. Amara De Santoro. A smile curved my lips at the thought. That sounded a lot better than Amara Salvador.