Afternoon On The Amazon Book Novels & Stories

**Amara's POV** Thursday. Volume two arrived. Not by courier. Adrian had collected it from the bookshop on Walnut Street in the morning before the school run. He had placed it on the bedside table beside volume one. Noah had seen it when he woke up. He had not said anything. He had looked at it. He had looked at the ammonite. He had looked at the two volumes side by side. He had nodded. He had gone to breakfast. At the kitchen table he had said, with the focused efficiency of someone reporting a completed inventory:

Looking good tonight would give her ego a boost if nothing else. Aiden was home promptly at six. Amaya was curled up on the sofa, flipping through the coffee table book by an extremely popular photographer, which she had just purchased on her afternoon excursion. He was a wildlife photographer but his subject matter this time round was a lot closer to home. His latest anthology, entitled "Man's Best Friend" was all about dogs. Amaya, being a huge sucker for dogs, hadn't thought twice before buying the book.

His gaze dropped to my lips for a fraction of a second before returning to my eyes. Neither of us moved. And I knew—deep in my bones—that this delivery was going to change everything. It was almost 1 a.m. by the time I got home. Cleo was fast asleep on the couch, one leg dangling off the side, looking so peaceful it made my chest ache with love and exhaustion. I draped a blanket over him gently, then collapsed onto my own bed. My mind wouldn’t shut off. Adrian’s intense eyes. The brush of his fingers. Kendra’s shameless moans and the way she’d ridden Professor Reed like she owned him.

The night was quiet, although I couldn't sleep well, I had a dream at dawn and there I was, waking up at noon, disoriented, without Zion, alone, the clothes were already in the closet, I had decided to wear something new today. The day felt exciting, and I was more excited and got ready to have lunch or breakfast. I'm a mess, but a cute mess. The clothes Damian brought turned out to be my size, and they fit better than expected, I look good. I feel good. I leave the room, and in the living room was Asmeral, reading an ancient book, very old, like the ancient scriptures, something similar. I kissed her hello, and she jumped in shock, “You scared me, Abby.”

I could only push Irene aside and keep a distance from her to prevent any further misunderstanding. Soon, evening rolled around, and we put our things away to leave. I put on my regular clothing in the changing room. Irene picked up her fishnet leggings and extended her leg before slowly pulling the leggings over it. It was extremely seductive, and I almost lost control. My desire had not been fully satisfied from that short encounter in the afternoon. I felt suffocated and planned to be intimate with my wife at night. It was already 6 p.m. when I reached home. My wife, Kayla White, had already made dinner.

They parked the car in a secluded area in the woods, and as soon as they stopped, Jeffery reclined the seat and hurriedly pushed Dona down beneath him. The spacious interior of the BMW, with the seats fully reclined, was just big enough to fit two people comfortably. Little did I know it would be the perfect setting for this sordid affair. “Jeffery, isn’t this... a bit too much? This is your wife’s car, after all…” Dona teased, wriggling her hips provocatively on Jeffery’s lap, her pregnant belly making the scene even more obscene. “What’s there to be afraid of? Whatever belongs to Adria will be mine soon enough.”

AAMON Haven and I decided to do a small online search the following day, taking a boat across to the other side and spenting almost the whole day trying to pick up on anything linking to the story in the book. Tough luck, we didn't find anything. Something wasn't right with me, I suddenly felt nauseous and dizzy, staring at the water, the longer i tried to fight it made it more worse.

And as another ordinary day drew to a close beneath a sky full of endless possibilities— Ama stepped forward without hesitation. Ready for tomorrow. Ready for whatever came next. End of Book One.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 60: The Morning After The silenced tweeting of the birds outside filters softly through the windows, the early morning glow barely seeping into the room. It’s the first thing that greets Amanda as her eyes snap open. Her chest rises with a deep, sharp inhale, and the moment she shifts her leg, she winces.