Musketeers Aramis Novels & Stories

Luca presented and I found sense in what he was saying. The woman I will go with will help smuggle in the weapon. There is a lot of sense in that. For some stupid reason, Arianna wanted a lover to accompany anyone she invites. "But, I can't smuggle a weapon with Amara since she is my side piece," Gio protested and once again, he was completely ignored. He fumed in anger and pushed the chair out of his way and got up, complaining and lamenting. Again, I don't give a damn.

Enzo says. I stop. "Think about it," he continues, with the energy of a man who has been waiting to deliver this. "You are Athos. Obviously. Top dog, the captain, the one who carries everything. I am Aramis because I am clearly the most sophisticated. Dante is Porthos because he eats the most. And together we are —"

Rosalind, still exasperated, continued her flustered lecture, "You never learn! I swear, Amaris, I will smack you!" Amaris rolled her eyes, raising her hands in mock surrender. "Fine... fiiine!" she finally relented, letting go of her skirt with a dramatic huff. As she stood up straight, her gaze locked onto Alaric, who was still standing there, watching them both. Without realizing it, she shot him a fierce glare, which—much to her surprise—seemed to unsettle him, his stern expression softening with a flicker of surprise.

“The Maledictus pack… I saw smoke just beyond our territory. It could be a false alarm, but I guess you could all agree with me that what we’re feeling isn’t just a fluke.” A murmur of unease rippled through the group. I could see the fear in their eyes, the doubt starting to take hold. These weren’t ordinary foes we were up against. The Maledictus were a force of nature—twisted, dark, and driven by an insatiable hunger for power.

Though they asked our other soldiers to proceed towards the direction of the forest where Damien and Liam were waiting for us. Armaros didn’t show any trace of anger or dissatisfaction through his expression. Instead, his face was still glowing with that small smirk on his lips. Shaking his head slightly, he replied nonchalantly, “As you wish then I can’t help you anymore which means you can’t leave the palace alive anymore. Brainless low life!” Then sparing k glances towards my direction. Armaros continued, “No matter what I am going to get her anyway. But now I have to fight for it. Sigh!”

“I’m here to save you, mademoiselle! Je suis, Amelia, la magnifique!” “What does that mean?” Scarlett frowns. “It means she’s an idiot who speaks in broken French whenever she’s excited,” Sara groans, rolling her eyes. “Je parle beaucoup français!” Amelia claims. Scarlett has no idea what she’s saying but she giggles. The three of them sprint off to play the Three Musketeers. It’s based on a book but the three girls added their own flair. Amelia takes on the role of Athos, Sara, Porthos, and Scarlett is Aramis.

she replied to everyone while cheerfully waving her hands and looking around. “Woah! What is this?” she asked a seller as she picked up a weird looking item from his table. The seller wasted no time as this is an actual potential buyer: “Good day, Young Lady! Four months ago, I traded with a group of merchants who called themselves Miracle. They said this could make fire and even showed me how, but it never worked for me. It should suit a curious girl such as yourself, young lady!” Aryan inhaled deeply and saved the lectures for later. He dismounted from his horse and went towards Amaryah.

Aramis was still somewhere around the mansion so I guess she was just trying to be cautious. I cleared the table and washed the dishes. In few minutes I was done and I made to walk out of the kitchen when Aramis strolled into it looking so sweaty and I paused at once and I saw him walk towards the fridge to grab a bottle of chilled water. There was something up with the way he walked, he acted angry as he slammed the fridge close after taking out the water, he seemed unsettled and drenched in sweat.

the memories of her last time here. She slowly turned around. Aramisius had removed the outer layer of his black coat now, exposing the strong lines of his body beneath. His sleeves were rolled slightly upward and faint scars and fiery tattoos crossed one of his hands. Aeryl looked away quickly before she could think too much about that. She tried to regulate her breathing. “I.... I still don’t think this is necessary,” she muttered quietly. Aramisius walked past her toward the table. “It was not a request.”

she said as she rolled her eyes at me. "My other mate?" Aramis fixed his black coat and stretched his neck a little, "I have only one mate. The other was forced upon me." He didn’t hesitate to say it in front of everyone. "Hm! Forced or not, she is your mate now. You cannot toss her aside now that your beloved mate is back," Mr. Heller said, adjusting on the couch and reaching for the wineglass.