Amara Telgemeier Novels & Stories

Let's start from the beginning, the very beginning. My name is Amara Zino, I am an orphan who lives with my only relative Madame Flavia. I lost my parents at the age of fifteen when they went on a 'parents bonding trip' and never returned alive. Their valuables were all missing same as some useful parts of their bodies their fingers and a significant bullet wound in between their heads.

The phone rang at 2:18 p.m. Amara was in her suite, curled on the white linen sofa, sunlight spilling across the marble floor like liquid gold. She had been staring at the city, not seeing it—her mind drifting between memories of the past and the fragile future she was trying to build. When her phone rang. Mama. She answered. “Amara,” Lena said, voice tight, “you need to turn on Variety. Or Entertainment Weekly. Or any news site. Right now.”

Her heart thudded a little slower as the city swallowed her up, a soft rhythm of taxis, chatter, and promise. Tessa’s apartment was a warm contrast to the world outside—sunlight streaming through the windows, the scent of cinnamon coffee, and lo-fi jazz drifting from the speakers. Tessa, vibrant in a mustard jumpsuit and headwrap, thrust a mug into Amara’s hands before she even sat down. “You didn’t tell me it was that kind of gala,” Tessa said, folding her legs beneath her on the couch. “Girl, you looked like vengeance dipped in ruby.” Amara smiled weakly. “Thanks. It was... a lot.”

He hung up. He sat back down. He opened the laptop again. He started typing. One word. Then two. Then three. The rain kept falling. Amara Amara had not left her bedroom in three days. She sat on the floor, back against the bed, knees drawn up, staring at the wall where her childhood dance posters still hung. The posters were faded now, edges curling, but she had not taken them down. She had not moved much at all. She held her phone in her lap.

'She's too precious for this world' Amy thought and cupped her cheeks as she stares at Amelia happily. "I'm glad" Anne suddenly said as she sighs. "Anne?" Helga said. "Oh, I'm just glad that madam Lia isn't the kind of person we all thought her to be. She really suits the master" Anne said and smiled with relief. Amelia felt herself blush after hearing Anne's compliment. "Oh! madam Lia is blushing! How cute!" Maisy chuckled. "Maisy," Helga said, calling Maisy's name with firmness in her tone.

I remind her with a raised eyebrow as I pass her her club sandwich. “Did you ever consider I’m a smart ass for a reason.” She winks, taking the sandwich with a sly smile. Oh that little vixen. It really is the quiet ones you need to watch out for. I guess there is something to that saying after all. Amara is normally quiet and reserved. She is a bookworm at heart. You would never think she is a little sex vixen in disguiese. Those romance books definitely spur her sexual intrests and desires, so who am I to complain?

She pressed the send button and started having her meal silently. After having a relaxed dinner she was laying on the couch with her head in her grandmother's lap. She is the darling of her grandparents Victor and Lima. Though today Amara is twenty one years old she is still the baby girl of Lima. Every day after having dinner she would lay down and listen to a story from Lima before going to bed. Today when her grandma was about to narrate to her a Cinderella fairy tale Amara stopped her and pointed to a life size picture hanging on the wall in front of her. "Grandma today I want to learn about her."

he demanded. Amara cleared her throat. "Hmm, I'm a writer and I already published ten books, I think? I'm not really sure. And about my family.. hmm, my mother is in province right now while my father is in heaven now. I was still young when he died... so.." she shrugged. Amara feels comfortable telling something about her life. Everything feel so light for her even if Helios is still stranger to her. She only know his name and his brother's name.

he says a little too condescending for my liking, but I let it go. I’m incredibly panicked. This is the first time I’ve left my Pack for any amount of time that wasn’t related to a crisis of some sort. I’m going home with Colby. I can’t wait to see his Pack, meet his family, and especially meet Amelie. I have some gifts for her, that Colby helped me pick out. A purple elephant – she collects elephants, and she loves the color purple. And a little necklace with an elephant on it. From what Colby has told me this will be her first big girl jewelry. I can’t wait to see her little face.

Adrian's POV August. The fourth week. The girl arrived on a Tuesday. Not dramatically. Not in the way that required the specific cinematic quality some arrivals had. Just arrived. The way things arrived when the conditions were correct. When the ground was solid. When the substrate had been there all along. Waiting. --- Amara had been at the warehouse in the morning. She had been working on a commission. A woman named Helen. Sixty four years old. Former architect. The brief had said: I spent forty years drawing spaces for other people to inhabit. I want something that makes me feel like I inhabit myself properly.