Novel & Cerita A Plague Tale Amicia

Mia clenched her jaw and looked up from inside the pit to see Miram. "All the dirt and filthiness was blocking my sight so I couldn't see you." She said mockingly. Mia acted like it didn't affect her and returned her attention to the soil. She needed up to a hundred of those jewels and she couldn't afford to waste anymore time. She got on all fours and began using her fingers to claw the dirt. "Look at me when I'm talking to you or I charge you for treason." Miram said with cruelty dripping from her voice.

The media though had no interest in the wizened old Aunt, they had discovered Alcina's story and ran it that morning without Annabella’s permission. Fortunately, they did not have the whole story, they knew nothing of her Mafia background and that kept her safe, the story they ran was all about her being the next Duchess. Many people at the funeral commented on her strength of will as Alcina held herself rigid and composed with no emotion on her young face. She held her head up facing those who spoke to her with a poise beyond her eight years she was polite and endearing shaking their hands and speaking in her cute Latin/English accent. Unfortunately, Annabella saw it as a deliberate slight

“Djurek and I have been arranged to marry by our noble families. You cannot possibly think that he would settle for a low life like you. You and your stupid antics are falling into trouble and I would make sure that you live the rest of your days in abject poverty and regrets.” “Aurelia is just a servant in this place Madam Alicent,” Amelia interferred, bowing her head in respect. “No!” The lady, Alicent, shouted back angrily. “She is a disgusting bastard and a thief with no wolf.” she raised her middle finger towards me, brandishing it as though it were a sword. “She has gone behind me and stolen my birthright.” She dashed towards me, and grabbed me by the shoulders. “This prostitute here h

She pressed her ear to the hidden panel as Marcella’s voice slithered through the crack: “Lock this wing. Replace the books with crystal sculptures. And burn that Shakespeare volume—it reeks of failure.” This was were Amara always crept in after midnight, flashlight beam trembling. The shelves were already half-empty, gaps like missing teeth. Mama’s desk was stripped bare except for the wedged Peter Rabbit. The floor was scattered with torn pages—her translations of Machiavelli, her notes on The Inferno. She gathered the fragments, stuffing them into her cotton dress. Kneeling in the dust, she pressed her scarred wrist to the oak desk, leaving her own mark in the wood grain.

Amelia was their last hope, their lone savior in a world plagued by darkness. As the sun cast its fading rays across the horizon, Amelia made her way to the heart of the forest. Ancient trees loomed overhead, their gnarled branches intertwining like the threads of a forgotten tale. She knew what awaited her in these shadowed depths—a confrontation with the formidable Alpha of the werewolf clan. Amelia's heart raced as she approached the clearing. She had spent years researching spells and ancient rituals, preparing for this moment. She gripped the vial containing the collected tears tightly, hoping that her intentions would be enough to convince the Alpha to accept the cure.

They jabbed at her. Amelia looked at their faces and the stopped at the person who seemed to have led them to her, and it was the lady that came with Sixtus as an Escort, "The people he keeps by his side are of no use. No wonder he almost got into trouble the last time" She muttered but it was loud enough for them to hear. "What did you just say?" It was their turn to ask the question. "Oh, Seems like I was not only approached by mannerless fools, I was also approached by the deaf fools. Such a shame. Tsk tsk" She clicked her tongue and turned away from them.

It was all easy for her, since she had once lived this kind of life. She tried turning but she felt a slight pain just at her lower abdomen. She tried turning a bit but her bump wouldn’t allow her. (I guess you’re shocked, don’t be) 5 months ago After Amira left the palace, she managed to find her way back to her land, she could not recognize the land, but the moment she saw the statute of her mother, she was convinced she was at the right place, but on getting there she realized that nothing was left. The whole place was deserted , no single soul was left. The houses where burnt down and there was absolutely no shelter for her to take refuge in.

Amara begged as her tears fell down her cheeks. The warriors only laughed at her plea. She then hugged her father, trying to protect him at all cost. “Argus, you've been an amazing servant. The Alpha trusted you more than anyone in Omega. How dare you do this to him?” “I didn't! I told you, it wasn't me!” “It wasn't him, believe us, sir! Please try to investigate further! There might be a mistake—” Amara wasn't able to finish her words when Isaac, the other warrior, attacked her.