Am Only Novels & Stories

“Talk to me, Ama. What’s going on?” Amara took a deep breath, meeting his gaze. “I’ve realized something,” she said, voice trembling with emotion but carrying newfound strength. “I can’t keep letting fear dictate my life. I’ve been living in the shadows of expectations and threats, instead of choosing the life I want. And I’ve realized… I want you. I need you. Not halfway, not with hesitation. I need us fully.”

"No, I wouldn't. Daddy only likes the bad lady. He lets her bully you, and he kicked you out of the bedroom and forced you to be a nanny. "If he really lost his memory, then how can he remember such a big company and all those complicated social connections but forget only you, Mommy?" That was right. Ambrose claimed he had amnesia, yet he hadn't forgotten his company or all the people in his network. The only thing he'd conveniently forgotten was me. I'd been in the business world for years and had seen all kinds of tricks, yet I'd actually fallen for such a shallow lie. I clenched my teeth and laughed at my own stupidity.

Aman was thinking about his mates and suppressing his urge towards his mates. His eyes are a bit hazy. He somewhat has lost focus in his eyes. He saw his both mates walking towards him. he asked them "How come they are here? I told you guys to stay away for some time." Noah said, "We are here for you." then Jack said," Aman, we can't see you so much in pain in a rut. we want to solve your problem."

she bluntly replied. "I know we don't get along but please..." i persisted. "I'm sorry but I can't.." she said about to walk past me. "Erica please, i promise i won't do something stupid.." i almost pouted. "It's not about that, i can't track AXE-L because they are out of my reach.." she said while i wore a confused look. "Out of your reach? " i chorused.

I looked at him from head to toe. He had little curly, dark brown hair. His skin color was a bit pale like the people who live in snow and his blue eyes were adding to his beauty. The dark red lips were like red strawberries which were visible from far away. And a tattoo on the side of his neck which wasn't much visible because of his jacket. But I saw a little tattoo on his wrist and it was saying,"I AM NOT MYSELF". I bet if anyone meets him for the first time, they will probably notice his dark red lips first. He was wearing a dark black jacket and a white t-shirt. His shoes were black and white sneakers and his jeans pants were also black.

I tried to call someone but my throat hurt too much for me to speak. A sharp blow to the door alerted me and I saw the asshole himself enter. He seemed to have no worries in this world. "Hello, my Queen," said Amon, bowing and smiling at me. "I thought the war would take place on the blood moon?I had found my voice but it still hurt me a lot to try to speak”. He burst out laughing and began to pinch his stomach. "Do you really think I'm stupid? Fight against you during the blood moon? I know that your powers are increasing a lot tonight.

I explain and he nods. "I wouldn't dare hurt Noah, he's the only other boy that likes to watch Spongebob with me." I laugh at his statement and he frowns. "Don't judge, Spongebob is a classic and informative show." He says and I laugh again and he joins in. "I'm Sam Miller by the way. I am beta of this pack." He holds out his hand and I take it and shake it. "Hi sam, I'm Sophia Hale, but you can just call me Sof and I'm the rejected Luna apparently." I joke and he gives me a sad smile.

RECIPIENT IDENTIFIED Silence. Slowly. Painfully slowly. A name appeared beneath it. Not a code. Not an identifier. A name. Ama's name. AMA MENSAH The air seemed to leave everyone's lungs. The tablet wasn't asking for a general connection. It was asking for her. Specifically her. Gabriel whispered, “Okay.” A pause. “That's officially terrifying.” Nobody disagreed. The man in black stepped forward. “Do not accept it.” Ama looked at him.

A string of curses filters through the connection. “Hey, whoever you are, don’t curse me,” I plead between cries. “I’m feeling sad, you know, I’m hurt. But, I shouldn’t tell you that. A man like me is supposed to have no feelings.” I blow my nose to my shirt. It’s my favorite shirt. “Sorry, man.” “But, it’s okay to be sad, right? It's okay to not be okay? Man are still part of the human.” I blow my nose again after spelling each syllables on the word 'human'.

Liam mumbled slightly irritated. "Another blame on me?" "well yeah!" Liam exclaimed. Amelia turned slightly red in anger "I also know how to pin blame on people" "Whenever you turn red like that I get reminded of a meatball" Amelia gasped at his words "oh really? guess what, whenever I see your face I get reminded of a dying donkey!"