Amara Telgemeier Novels & Stories

I need to see Amara. Before I lose my courage, I park my car and walk up the stairs. Heart pounding wildly, I adjust my leather jacket and shirt before I ring the doorbell. An older woman with thick gray hair answers the door. “Yes, may I help you?” I take a deep breath and give her my most charming smile. “Hi, I’m Kell Cross. Amara and I go to school together.” I look down at my bag and remove a random notebook. “A few of our teachers asked me to drop off her homework since she’s sick.”

Tami finally got a chance to concentrate on her work. She sat down calmly, folded her legs tight and started meditating, the more she concentrated on her meditation the more Amira felt pain, she moved side by side in pain, her meditation started irritating Joel. Sshe was taking long to cure Amira, it felt as if she was not certain with what she was doing “If you don’t know what you are doing please allow me take her to an herbalist.” Joel impatiently pointed out. Rama relished inspecting Tami; her beauty drove him crazy

I nodded at her, but instead of responding, she walked over to the leather which was sitting across from my desk, against the wall. I don't say amything to her, as I've seen that her social batteries had just ran out and she needed time to recuperate. Camila was a strange human, sometimes she talked a lot, other times she just shuts up and observes. She had always been that way and I admired that about her.

------------ 7 pm Amara Keener is on her way to her client's location. A five-star hotel in the next town. Amara has been an escort girl since she was sixteen, the time when she arrived in the city of Martindalle. Since then, it's how Amara turned her life around. Growing up in a violent neighborhood made Amara grew up as a strong and independent woman. She never needed a man in her life aside from money. For her, men are a means to an end. Same as how men see women as a toy.

Lena's POV. “Please… please… I didn't know I was… I passed out. I'm sorry,” my breath wheezed out in a desperate rush. I dropped to my knees, bowing my head to the floor. “Please, I never meant to offend you, I'm just a helpless girl. I got kicked out of my home… and I got kidnapped… I” my voice broke down in tears as I tried to plead my case to him. He looked pissed, and to find out I was treated by an enemy I had not encountered in my lifetime. Life was bent on showing me that my case could only get worse every day.

She thought that she could get Klein on her side, but when she faced the fearsome attitude he had cultivated as a fighter, she knew she had been fooling herself into thinking that things would go her way. “What do you plan to do, Mr. Klein? We live in a society ruled by certain laws!” Amara was a little scared. “Don’t worry. I won’t do anything to you today,” Klein said icily. “Take your things and leave! Don’t ever step foot into the Zimmer family villa again!” Amara’s face turned sour. “I am officially coming out of retirement today, and my only goal would be to lead the Zimmer family to fight against the Wyatt family to a bloody end.

I growled, watching their dirty boots leave marks on the marble. Amara dropped the limp body she drained on the table, making sure that not a single drop of blood fell on the floor. She walked away from the table, clicking her cornflower blue stilettos on the floor, swaying her hips, tightly dressed in leather pants. Her catlike moves always turned me on, especially when she was full and ready for fun. My penis came to life again today just watching my beloved. Amara hissed as she grabbed Saul by the throat, squeezing and lifting him off the floor.

She got out of the car and looked at it and felt the weight of the week sitting on her chest and walked inside. Amara was in the entrance hall directing two pack members with a length of fabric and a very specific vision, her voice warm and animated, her hands shaping the air into the arrangement she wanted. She heard the door and turned and her face opened up with that smile — the full one, the one she couldn't help, the one that appeared every time her children came home like her body just did it automatically. Then her eyes moved past them. The smile didn't fall dramatically. It just — paused. Suspended. Her eyes tracking the doorway, the path from the car, the empty space where a fourth

Now let’s build it in Bellwood Falls. Sincerely, Kaitlyn Rees Program Director, BCACC Amara’s heart swelled. And then sank. Because with an opportunity like this came a heavy question: Was she ready to go back? Telling Luca Later that evening, while the kids played with their cousins in the yard, Amara sat beside Luca on the balcony. She handed him her phone. He read the email slowly. Then looked at her. “Wow.” “Yeah.” “It’s everything you used to dream about.”