Amari And The Great Game Novels & Stories

some yelled, causing Alexander's eyes to widen. "Is this true, Amari?" he questioned. "Yep," Amari replied without hesitation. She continued to eat her pancakes and drained her glass of orange juice like nothing had happened. She motioned for one of the maids to bring her another glass of orange juice, but the maid was too petrified to move. Amari let out a slight sigh of frustration, but the maid's noncompliance didn't deter her. She simply snatched the glass of juice from the wolf nearest to her and drank it.

Then I cleared my throat to alert them of my presence making Shuri loosen herself from the embrace and come to me. Her eyes were laced with tears and I felt bad immediately. "He has won, Amara," She cried hugging me tightly. "Who won? I don't understand you Shuri," I replied her puzzledly. "Massimo," She replied with a shaky voice and I felt like she was a commodity. Well, that's odd.

It doesn't matter how long, he will wait for her. "Amara! Darson! Come on, the game is about to begin." Arman announced. "Right, okay!" Amara forcefully exclaimed. The three of them watched the Super Bowl like a family. A mother and a father with their only son. Arman even sat between them. For a while, Amara forgot about Henry Cambert and the murderous impulse that she's been trying to control. This dark urge that Amara has inside of her started when her best friend was killed. Since then, she constantly craved to spill the blood of monstrous men. No matter how hard she tried to stop herself, she always failed. It's like a sickness without cure eating her from the inside.

The cold drink drenched him from his jacket all the way down to his trousers. Liam's mouth fell open as he looked at his drenched clothes. Kiera admired her handiwork with pure satisfaction. "How dare you?" Liam demanded, a storm forming in his grey eyes. "I dare to." Kiera walked closer to him, standing face-to-face with him. "And I dare to do more," Kiera added before snatching his keys. She started the timer and broke into a run. "Catch me if you can!" "You..." Liam murmured under his breath, his expression completely livid. And he charged after her.

If they are still worrying about her blood being a subject of evil desires, she feel very confident with the serum Amari made for here. Just when she confided to Amari about what she is going to do to save them, Amari was already exalting after finding the formula that makes her blood ordinary. After numerous failure, at last, Amari had found it. Though it was only for a span of time that they don't know how long, Maridelle hopefully clings to the silver lining that her blood would be of no use to their enemy until the back up saves them.

Men adjusted their ties, suddenly smaller, suddenly lesser. A demigod. That was the only word that came to Amara’s mind. And like all gods, he was dangerous. She reminded herself of the mission. Get close. Gain his trust. Find the cracks in the Vitale empire. But when his eyes landed on her, the reminder burned to ash. Dark, penetrating, his gaze held her still as though he’d known all along she would be here. Heat climbed her neck. She forced herself not to look away, not to break character. She was supposed to be untouchable, unshaken.

Amara stayed in her seat, quietly watching the chaotic group argue over what game they should play that night. The noisy mess of overlapping voices—made worse by the shrill tone of a red-haired woman still clinging to her boss’s arm like a damn parasite—made Amara sigh deeply in exasperation. “Why is this group of morons making it so f*cking complicated?” She muttered to Josh, who, like her, looked like he was already done with everyone’s nonsense.

Amir had a lot of wine during and after the wrestling contest, for some weird reasons he was so happy. He hadn't been this happy in a very long time, a large part of him agreed that Amira played a huge part in his happiness. It been a while since he let a woman so close to him. Amir hardly needed them around he only sort for the new slaves who haven't been touched by any of his men , to satisfy his sexual urges and hands them over to his friends Kamur and Fatu, especially Kamur he was insatiable and never said no too female slaves.

Yeah, that's what should do. I turn to him and smile, "I'm here to congratulate my boyfriend" waving the flowers in my hand. " who?" He asked. I smiled and gave him an answer, im sorry Ashley but I need to do this. " Musk" THIRD-PERSON POV It's already been half an hour since the game started. Both teams are doing their best to win the match especially the CBX gaming who was struggling to fight the synergy that BLKQ has. Because of the strategies that Ashley planned, the said group takes the lead from start and maintains it up until the present. The CBX tries to think of a solution on how can they turn the tables. The only thing that they think of was the elder dragon.

Hey guys, I got accosted by a surly businessman and threatened to help him take down my arse of an ex, yeah Nik, the douche, I’m going to make him suffer. Kian would high-five me, Merelle would scold me and Aish would give me ideas that she kept hidden in her headscarf, wrapped up and ready to work their magic, she had one hell of a brain, the secret smarty of the group that had a doctorate she didn’t want anyone to know about.