Amara Telgemeier Novels & Stories

Finally at the end of the day some unexpected visitor appeared, She stared at Amelia through the glass at the door but then pushed it open and stepped inside. “ My son truly was right about you when you love, you love for real “ Gale’s mom whispered as she held Amelia’s hands for a few minutes. “ Good bye Amelia, tell my son am sorry for everything for me” Gale’s mom whispered then placed a light kiss on her forehead before walking out, regretting a few things she did in the past.

She had a good memory, the kind that stored sensory detail alongside factual information, so that when she described the rooftop she included the smell of the city below them and the particular quality of the light from Raines's phone screen against the dark and the sound Raines made when Amara told her it was the best thing she had written, a small exhale that Amara described as someone releasing something they had been holding for a long time. Emma wrote and listened and asked questions that opened new rooms in the story, and Amara walked through each one with the patience of someone who understood that the details mattered. The revised pages Raines had sent throughout the shoot. Amara had

Section four gave her the language for what she was already doing. “Write to her before she goes,” Sera said. “Before she walks through that door.” Helena opened to a new page and wrote for thirty minutes without stopping. When she finished she held it out. The letter was precise. It named what Amara had built. The template. The final page. The full scope of what one seventeen-year-old had produced over five years. Then it said:

POV: Selene Castellano Amara was already sitting at her desk when Selene and Avalon walked in the next morning at 7 am. She had three pieces of paper laid out on the table in front of her, covered in colorful notes and symbols that only made sense to her. It was clear she had been up late, coming up with some kind of system that only she could understand. “Sit down,” Amara said, not looking up. “ This is bad.”

I was going to be the one to do it one way or the other, I needed to play this game. The door opened without warning, and I quickly slipped back into character, fragile, sweet, grateful. I looked up with wide eyes as the woman I had come to destroy stepped into the room. Sienna De Luca. She didn’t speak right away. Her gaze swept over me, taking in the sight of me still in the robe the maids had given me. She looked too calm, too unreadable. I exposed my leg just enough for her to see it, to know that I was this exposed, this easily seen to him. But I knew that Damon would not be foolish. He would not tell her that he was here. I would have to be the one to do it.

Axel exchanged a few words with the kind gentleman before leading me to the main hall. Vivian approached me, holding a glass of red wine, a smug, taunting smile playing on her lips. “Amelia, how lovely to see you again. I thought after our little... unpleasant encounter last time, it’d be at least a month before we crossed paths. After all, our lives seem to be quite different.” I smiled faintly. “They certainly are. You rely on men. I rely on myself.” As the daughter of the Farley family, I have every right to be here.

There was something very special about Amara, and she felt a connection that was more powerful than it should have been after only knowing her for one hour. “That’s so nice of you, but I’m not allowed.”, Genevieve said, like she was used to fielding these types of requests all the time. They stood together in companionable silence, waiting for Amara to come out. “Here is my card.” Celine put her business card in the social worker’s hand. “If she ever needs anything. Don’t hesitate to call.” Genevieve looked at Celine’s card and scrunched her eyebrows together. “Don’t say no. Everybody needs a fairy godmother.” Celine was relieved when she saw Genevieve smile and shake her head, then put her

It only reminds them that this woman can do more if her memories are back. “Have you seen how she dodged all the attacks from her earlier? She moved like a professional,” Estevan mentioned with a sigh as he smirked unbelievably. “I couldn't forget how she grabbed that person's hair and…” she took a heavy sigh and shut her eyes emphatically. Amber tilted her head before she shook her head as well. They were all still in awe. “That was the real Amara Gabriel,” Larisa mentioned while her eyes were closed. “She can do more with a sword,” Larisa added.