Amari Daybreak Novels & Stories

Amara By morning, the storm had passed. But Palermo still smelled like rain and fire — the scent of endings pretending to be peace. Amara stood on the balcony, arms crossed against the cold, watching the sea turn silver beneath the dawn. The vineyards below dripped with water, and from here, the house almost looked alive again. Almost. She’d barely slept. The words our sister kept burning behind her eyes. Alma. The ghost name that turned her empire into sand.

Hence this beach has lost its popularity, and now it merely serves as a fishing port anymore. Coming here in hopes of seeing the vaquita wasn't the main reason why I always come to this place. The truth is that whenever I'm here, I feel like I am the only alive person in the entire world. It feels like I'm in an apocalyptic setting, where monsters dominate every inch of the planet, and I am the protagonist whom the author wants to keep alive until the end of the story. Thinking that way, as I look at the dark ocean beyond me, makes me feel like I'm important in the midst of chaos. From that illusion, I could feel a sense of worth, contrary to what reality gives me. For, in reality, I was jus

The same day at 4 pm... Amaira was in her room standing by the window and gazing outside blankly.She was lost in some thoughts when her best friend Swati entered into the room. "Happy birthday,bestie"Swati wished, hugging her tightly. "Thank you ,Swati"She hugged her back. "So birthday girl,What's the plan for today?"Swati asked when they broke the hug. "Nothing special !"Amaira replied. "That's good then.Now get ready quickly"Swati said as she walked past her and moved towards Amaira's cupboard.

I looked up to see Julia sitting on a chair placed on the podium, she looked like a fallen angel from the pit of hell. 'Good morning, hunters'. She greeted. 'Good Morning'. We said in unison. She smiled her devilish smile. 'I'm sorry for waking you like that. I had something important to share with you'. She took out a cigarette from the air and a slave behind her lit it for her. She brought it to her mouth and puffed. Her gaze travelled round the hall and it settled on me. 'The next batch is moving today'. Murmurs rose around the hall, people were confused.

The shaky breaths, the way her pulse fluttered at the base of her throat, the slight waver in her voice when she said my name like she didn’t know whether to hate me or give in. And the worst part? I wanted more. I wanted to see how much further I could push her. How much I could break her before she realized she liked breaking for me. The thought sent something sharp through me, dark and possessive, curling low in my chest like a slow, smoldering burn. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I grabbed it, barely glancing at the screen before swiping it open. A video message started playing immediately. Amari. She strutted toward the camera in a barely-there, completely see-through set of lingeri

We search the entire day, checking in with the other groups throughout the day, no one finding anything. We come to a stopping point for the evening, tired and deflated. Where could she be? And does she actually want to be found? ***POV:Amara*** I must be dreaming, surely this isn’t real. I sniff the air and open my eyes. It is barely daylight and I swear I am hallucinating because I can smell coffee. I sit up and swing my legs over, finding my movements coming much easier to me now, and with a lot less pain. I get up and crack open the door, peeking out. The smell is stronger now. I haven’t had coffee in years. It was just one of those things that was not really a priority to many, and hard

Demitri glared at her. "If you're not stressing, then you can easily take a break and read a book." Becca said with a huge smirk. Demitri's eyes narrowed, then he got up and walked to the non-fiction part of the library. He picked up a history book about the cold war and sat back down. He opened the book and stuck his tongue out at Becca.

By the time Mason and the squad got her out, it was too late. While she was burning to death in that wreck, she had still found the strength to send him a final message blaming me. I was not making the mistake of waiting on Mason this time. He was at the side of the wreck now. His eyes traveled over the blood on me, and something in his face hesitated. I did not say a word. Maya started crying somewhere behind him, and I watched his face change. "Lara. Maya is in bad shape. Let me get her first

He explained. “ I understand I will do as you say your highness” Amaria replied, and he walked away. Amaria stayed at the training yard until evening, training with all her might, ' I must prove myself worthy and become a member of the Moonstone pack,' she thought. After training, she walked back to her room and lay on her small, shabby mattress. Just when she was about to sleep, she heard a knock on her door. She stood up, walked towards the door, and opened it, To reveal one of the Luna Queen's maids.