Ama Quest Novels & Stories

Instantly, I look out the window and the first thing I see is a big navy blue building surrounded by numerous guards and bound by a very tall metal fence with electric wires at the top. “Welcome to Robertson Behavioural Management School. Your home for the next year…at the very least.”

In my mind? Is this day going to get any worse?. However I decide not to freak out, to at least see where all this is going to. Because I really need answers. Desperately. "Okay, so who are you? And why are you in my head?. Wait...better question. How on Earth are u in my head?" "We share a bond Azura. I can communicate with you through that bond". The sweet voice said again. Is that really necessary? That happens in real life?

They searched several places that Taylor named and found a few things that might help them find her. Apparently, they have an idea who might be Marael’s power siphon. Azazel was put in charge of taking care of that. A hand squeezes mine, startling me out of my thoughts. “I’m ready, babe,” Amara says with a sunny grin. She looks seriously hot with her cutoff shorts, checkered shirt, and combat boots. Her shirt is open, revealing her tight blue halter top. My mouth waters at the sight of her bare breasts straining against the top. Her honey skin looks inviting.

And to make it more annoying between each ladder and slide were very angry-looking plastic… Yes, those are monkeys. “What the fuck? Is this my mind creating this weird ass shit, or is the Shit Witch just fucking with me by literally making this a nightmare game?” I shook my head because it didn’t matter. I need to get through this maze of crap and to the finish. I take on Donkey Kong or whoever the big boss monkey is. I wish August were with me; he’s the smart one. He thinks things through and could make a strategy. He could find the pattern to these shoots and ladders. I started up the first ladder, having to dodge bananas being thrown at me.

**Lisa's point of view:** Ace’s men led us to another convoy of SUVs waiting outside. The tension in the air was palpable, but knowing Ace was with us brought a sense of calm. Mia, still weak but more hopeful, held my hand tightly as we climbed into the back seat of the lead car. Ace sat beside me, his presence a reassuring anchor. As we drove through the winding roads, Ace filled me in on what had happened during his trip. He had been tracking The Jackal for weeks, only to find that the elusive criminal had orchestrated this attack on our home as a diversion. Ace’s anger was evident, but so was his determination.

I nodded. He asked, "What are you going to do?" I answered, "I don't know. All I know is I'm not going back." Andre turned to look at me, moonlight falling on his face. "Then don't go back." "Aren't you afraid of trouble? Cameron isn't an ordinary person." He smiled. "Hazel, I'm stubborn. Once I've made up my mind, I won't give up because of trouble." "What have you made up your mind about?"

Maria could feel it, like a storm rolling in before the rain. Elias grabbed his jacket. “We can’t stay here.” “Where do we go?” Maria asked. Elias hesitated. “There’s only one place that might have answers.” He pulled up an old symbol on the screen. A faded logo shaped like an eye. “The Archive,” he said. “Where Specter keeps his deepest secrets.” Maria’s heart skipped. “You said it was destroyed.” “So did they,” Elias replied. “That usually means it wasn’t.” They moved fast.

Because people created new ones every day. Ama continued walking. The river shimmered beside the path. Sunlight danced across the water. A cool breeze carried the scent of autumn leaves. And for the first time in a very long while, she felt completely present. Not divided between memory and mystery. Not caught between past and future. Simply here. Simply now. Her phone buzzed. A message from Gabriel. Arthur accidentally signed up for a marathon. Ama stopped walking. Then immediately replied. Accidentally? The response came seconds later.