Amari Daybreak Mga Nobela at Kwento

(smirked) Ada: "I am so sorry. Please let me go?" Kai Schneider: "Let you go? After spending one year just to find you back?"(The voice seems higher) Ada:" I know, I know. I am so stupid and I shouldn't be alive either. But I don't have any feelings for you anymore!" Kai Schneider: "You mean that you lose feelings toward me?" Ada: "Yes…Because you are scary and I can't spend my time anymore with you.."

That was just one of the several reasons why Damien valued him so much. “Alpha Ian, it’s been a while since we’ve had the pleasure of your company,” Amari said, flashing her dazzling smile. She was one of the receptionists of the club, though she happened to be my favorite. Despite being a vampire, her aura was warm and welcoming. She always had a kind word for everyone, and her beautiful doe eyes were always twinkling with mischief. I always had the feeling the latter had something to do with the depravity she witnessed daily. “Amari, I’ve missed you so,” I said, circling around to where she stood and kissing her on both cheeks. “But I have a bone to pick with you.”

Alpha King's sex slave (The Morning After) Talitha’s POV My head bangs heavily as I manage to squint my eyes open and the first person that blesses my gaze was Amari smiling down at me with a soft tenderness. “How long have I been asleep?” I managed to say in a croaked whisper trying to sit up but the pain hitting my thighs said otherwise so I relaxed. “Half a day dear and how do you feel?” Amari says handing me a cup of one of those her black bitter herbal drinks and I wrinkled my nostril in disgust.

BEADS of sweat had formed on Amara’s forehead when she opened her eyes, forcedly waking herself up from an unwanted nightmare. She gasped as she stared at the old brown-colored thatched coconut roof. As she got up on the bed, her eyes looked around the tiny room where she was. It was dark, and the only thing that was somehow lighting up the room was the moonlight through the window. Tears started to burn her eyes. Her lower lip trembled, remembering the tragic fact that her father and Killian died unjustly.

Amamiya-san grew agitated from listening. "The cookies are Netphlix snacks though..." Claire said holding a finger to her mouth. She was a cute girl with a round face, so when she frowned it was hard not to feel anything. Ah... I see, she's a puppy-like person. Is she responsible for Amara's puppy vision habit? Amara seemed out of it. She became like that after hearing her Mother's words. "Ahhhh... don't tell me Aunt is having dinner at our place?" "Where else would they have it?" Amamiya-san retorted.

NATHANIEL STORM “We are done with the meetings,” Amir announced as we bounced out of the conference room. “Flamez will start their world tour tomorrow. The girl group, Gnarly, is debuting in two days.” “Good. And my trip to Barbadon?” “Ticket purchased. Amazing seat,” he said, his voice lacking its usual thrill “Keep up the sass, Amir. It will go a long way.” “Sorry,” he grumbled. “What happens between me and Sarah is none of your business,” I remind him. “Be careful with your attitude.”

“Whoa…That must have been a lot of—of blood.” My blood. Mark grasped my face with both hands, his eyes looking intently at me. “What’s your name?” I rolled my eyes and waved his hands off. They smelled sour. He placed one hand on my skull, all the weight put on me. “What’s your name?” I moved my head away. “Amari Dawson, idiot.”

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

A small, flickering light inside her that refused to go out. Her phone vibrated beside her. She reached for it, already knowing who it was. Stranger: Long day? She smiled, fingers gliding over the keyboard. Amara: Surprisingly… not terrible. Stranger: I should mark this day in history. Amara: Oh, shut up. Stranger: I’m serious. What happened? Did the universe finally decide to stop screwing you over? Amara: Maybe just for today. I made a friend. There was a pause before the next message came.

Over the next several days, Malakai noticed that Amani had fallen into a deep sadness. She barely ate and showed no desire to venture outside their chambers. Determined to lift her spirits, Malakai decided to whisk her away on another boat ride down the serene Blackclaw River, taking advantage of the beautiful weather.