Ama I'm Novels & Stories

Maisy made a knowing expression. "Ah, by the way, Mr. Guard?" Amelia calls. Iago looks at Amelia's young and innocent face. "I'm going out later to meet my friend," She said and showed a bright smile. "I understand, young madam. I'll do my best to guard you" Iago said and bowed. "Hahaha, you're so stiff. You can call me Lia, Mr. Guard" Amelia said and showed him a smile. Iago nodded and said, "Ok, madam Lia"

★★JAYDEN★★ I Sat in a full position in my room, facing the mirror. 'Who am I?" My inside ask the reflection in the mirror. I can't see an answer, just a normal me. When I try to think straight, Bella gets in My Head. She's messing a lot of things, up in here. I have to prepare this weekend... I need to go back to accompany my mom for the weekend. She was whinning like a baby a while ago. Asking me to come back to, to see her. I picked my phone from the drawer and made a call to my brother. "Saw the news?" I say as soon as he answered. "I can't take my eyes off the TV Bro. I love you so much" he said "I always admire your clean service Jay." He's trying to flatter me. I feel like a used tissu

Zen looks at Tim, who is staring at his mother dumbfounded. “He... he is back. Zen he is back to... to take my son away!” She screams into his chest, making drops of tear fall on his shirt. “No, nothing will happen to you two. I promise.” He says holding her up, as she has let go of her entire body. “Marisa!” Zen yells calling one of the maids. A woman in her mid forties, comes running in. “Yes, Mr. Fleming.” She doesn’t look that puzzled by what is going on, as she has seen one of many Isabelle’s emotional breakdowns. “Take Tim and serve him his lunch, he must be hungry.” He looks at her, she nods at him and quickly walks to Tim and picks him up. “Hey buddy, go have your lunch. Mom and I wi

So, when he would unlock it, he would find this video. "Who do you think you are? You are a version of me. Soon you will disappear. And I will make sure that you never appear again. You are nothing less than a cold, serious copy of me. You know… whenever I touch Emma, I feel sparks of emotions going through my whole body. Pleasure and happiness. Do you know about these emotions? Let me guess,.....nooooo. Ch,Ch,Ch...….. you can't feel that mate bond's feeling with that human girl of yours. Because you are not a person. You are a personality. I have found my mate and you should stay away from her. Otherwise I could do the same to that human mate of yours". I also warned him.

No, I-" "He was my servant. Don't worry. It just for a week." Am I mother didn't understand what did actually happen between them. But she just greets Hikari "If that so, Nice to meet you. I'm Aimi's mother." Then Hikari greets Aimi mother's "Well, My name is Aigami Hikari. But, take note that I'm not her boyfriend. Wise just a friend. okay?" Aimi's mother smiled then she told them to get inside.

I reach out and shake her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Amaija’s mother, Maija Klein.” “Nice to meet you, too.” I smile and release her hand. She studies me, then Ami, and squints before asking, “When did you decide to get an assistant?” “I’ve always had assistants, Mom. Don’t you remember?” Ami says, tugging her hand. “I remember you telling me personal assistants are for spoiled, lazy people and that you didn’t need one.”

Amara stared for a little while, then returned to stare at the screen. "Amara!" Her Mom called her upstairs and she got up to go. We all watched her leave. Izanagi's eyes were sparkling, I thought he might feel uncomfortable at first but then I also had to recall this was his first time meeting Amamiya-san. "Who was that?" he asked. "Amara's Mom." "She's like the dark version of Ms. Bellum." "Who?" Claire whipped her neck to study Izanagi, eyes widened. Almost as if offended at first, but then she thought about it some more and covered her mouth. "No... Yo, wait, she does dress like Ms. Bellum sometimes!"

Passing workers nod their greetings as I make my way through. Entering the living room, I find Maama pacing energetically, while Amanda lounges on the sofa, absorbed in her phone. Typical Amanda—detached and self-absorbed. "My sweet boy," Maama exclaims, swooping in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "How're you doing, Maama?" I inquire as she pulls away. "Oh, you know how it is," she responds with a shrug. "Life's a rollercoaster—ups and downs galore!"

I told her. “Wow. It’s the fact that I follow all these people for me.” She said. I looked at her and then back at the road. “Really?” I said. “Yeah I’m a fan. Now I’m just realizing that my boyfriend is friend with them. I especially love Ika.” Ama said.