Amarrada Novela Novels & Stories

He greeted someone behind me, and I spun on the stool to see a middle-aged woman with soft brown hair dressed in trousers and a white blouse stood in the doorway observing the room. Her eyes spun to two of us, a smile gracing her lips as she spotted Anders first before a small frown marred her features as her gaze landed on me. So, this was the head housekeeper. She was quite different in looks to Mrs H. Her skin dark, her physique healthy her gaze intrigued. “Good evening Anders. And who is this?” She asked, and I figured it must be odd to see a stranger at the breakfast bar. “This is Amara, the Alphas mate.” He stated, dropping that bomb so casually it startled me as well as the housekeepe

She looked up and raised her right hand to cover her eyes from the sunlight. The noise of the equipment used in fixing the bookstore was audible. The mayor's mansion is located at the top of the road. There is a staircase leading to the bookstore next to a large automatic gate. Ameira began to climb the stairs to the construction site where she thought she would deliver the food. This is also her last delivery after another job. Even though she worked part-time, it wasn't enough for her. When Ameira climbed up, she saw the small gate was wide open so she walked in without permission.

Finally, he was bitter that Zora had gotten his betrothed kicked off campus. When he’d been that Amara would be going to a rehab facility in London, he was appalled. Not that Amara had gotten herself addicted to something, that was up her alley. He was more so appalled that someone had exposed her addiction. And to vampire blood, of all things? None of it made sense.

“Why not stay in Mr. Xavier’s room? That’s where he left you.” “I just… I miss my old room. Please?” Cally gave her a confused look but eventually nodded. Without waiting, Amara headed straight to the room where everything began. Back when she wasn’t Amara Channel Aragon, the heiress. Just Amara—the maid who worked for Mark Xavier Peralta.

Thorne is worthy of more than a person like you. Despite clenching my hands, I remained silent. I couldn't allow her to affect me. Not right now. Not after everything. Lydia went on, "Tell me something, Amara." "Now what are you going to do? You've been turned down. You'll need to locate a new place to call home. Or perhaps you'll remain here. But you will always be beneath us. I inhaled deeply and forced the rage back down. "I'll make it through. I'll get through this.

She was about to take him in her mouth when Chad burst into the room. “Not now, Chad. I have some unfinished business that needs immediate attention” Adrik snapped. “I’m sorry Adrik but something happened” “Then it’d better be good enough to make me leave what i'm doing” “Amara just collapsed. One of the guards came in to give her dinner and found her on the floor”

Radley whispered. Amara nervously nods. She felt that she doesn’t need to be nervous and that she needs to do things bravely. Amara started crawling and successfully managed to get outside. She waited for Radley while looking at her surroundings, she worries that there are also guards at the back of the house. Then she sees radley coming out of the hole. Once out, Radley immediately grabbed Manara’s hand and pulled her up. “Ru!” he explained. This scene is familiar. Amara said to herself. It is just like the first time she met Radley. They also ran away from the palace guard.

He brushed the ridiculous thought from his mind, turned on his heel, and walked back to his quarters, determined to erase the maid's tear-stained face from his memory and replace it with the masked dancer who actually owned his thoughts. Down in the cramped, suffocating dark of the servant quarters, the reality was far from quiet. I was sitting on the edge of my cot, my body shaking so violently that my teeth clicked together. I still had my arms wrapped tightly over my chest, holding the silk robe over the dark lace outfit like it could protect me from the memory of Diego’s heavy weight. My cheek was throbbing from the double assault of Doña Carmen’s malice and my mother’s desperate panic.

The villa was a fortress carved from fire and stone. Cordoba lay beneath a haze of dusk, the sun dipping behind the olive trees like it knew what blood would be spilled before morning. Santiago Cruz's estate stretched across the valley like a wound — walled, guarded, vicious. Amara walked through the gates with nothing but a steel ring on her finger and hell in her eyes. She came alone. Because wolves did not need packs to rip throats out. At the front doors, four guards met her. Eyes cold. Guns visible.

Lady Amara jerked my body twice before digging her claws in my neck, I closed my eyes to welcome the last pain before quick death. Perhaps, that was my fate! Suddenly, my body swayed like a tree branch in a heavy storm. I felt a familiar warmth hugging me as the ground below my feet shook. Yes, the ground! My eyes flew open, and I found myself in my mate’s arms. Maddox, my hero, was there to save me from that evil woman. “How dare you, Amara?” Securing me in his protective embrace, Maddox lashed out ferociously, “I was planning to sign a Royal decree to announce you as my Queen after your trip. But look at you.