Amarrada Novela Novels & Stories

(Amara’s POV) The morning sunlight spilled gently across the floor, touching everything with a soft, golden warmth. Amara stirred against the pillow, blinking slowly, her body sore in places she didn’t understand — not from pain, but from feeling. For the first time in forever, she hadn’t woken up with fear curling inside her chest like smoke. Instead, there was a different kind of ache now. A longing. Her fingers brushed the edge of Rafael’s jacket still folded neatly over the chair across the room.

Amaro chuckled. She did not speak anymore, instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her head on his neck. Amaro could feel her warm breath and his body became hot. He carried her until they reached Yolly's bedroom door. He put her down. "Goodnight princess" he kissed her forehead and turned towards his room. He took a cold shower to calm down his body's reaction. The following day, Andres rushed into the house. "Aunt Luna, is Kashmir around?" Andres asked Mrs. Lara, his face beamed with joy.

And I am prepared to face it head-on. As I contemplate my next move, I realize that understanding her past, her fears, and her desires will be crucial. I must become her confidant, her protector, and ultimately, her mate. The path ahead is fraught with obstacles, but for Amara, I will navigate them all. She will come to see that she belongs by my side, not through force, but through the undeniable pull of our destined connection.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the bustling streets of Chicago, Amari found herself standing before the imposing facade of the Valencia estate. The grandeur of the mansion was undeniable, its ornate architecture a testament to the wealth and power of the Valencia family. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Amari approached the front gate, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that gaining entrance to the estate would not be easy, that she would need to rely on all of her cunning and resourcefulness to navigate the treacherous waters that lay ahead.

Hair gripped in my hand to force him to look at me as his knife was taken by one of my men. “I used to actually admire you. Now, I’m going to make sure the world forgets you.” And with that, the gun I had pushed past his teeth set off, taking his final thoughts with the tear of the bullet through his skull. Amara didn't shudder to the shot or my final words as she fixated on her mother. “She’s…” Although the breathing was present, it was slowing by the second. Amara’s hands were coated in her mother’s blood as she tried to seal the wound on her own. “I tried…I just got her back, Jackson…Why wasn’t…it wasn’t enough…”

Cayden put his hand on mine, “I know it’s hard but it has to be done. The last thing you’ll want is him knowing the truth from another source. He’ll feel betrayed that you hadn’t trusted him enough to tell him the truth. Do it before it’s too late.” Thoughts of how to face my brother plagued me all night, and by the time I finally shut my eyes, I could see the sun rising. WARMTH. Amara came back and was finally by my side. I could feel her body snuggled into my side, her hands resting on my waist. I didn’t want to wake up for fear that she would be gone the moment I opened my eyes. My fingers stroked her arm, but instead of her smooth velvet skin, all I felt were muscles. Something was wrong

-- "What I thought was fictional turns out to be real, and I eventually fall under the spell of the two beasts that shift under the moon." Adira and her grandmother moved from Santa Isabel to the city after an accident. She met her "knights" who were interested in her. Damon, a strange young man, and Jasper, her naughty neighbor. They consistently save her when she is in danger. Eventually, she uncovers their dark secret. She was caught between two handsome men who were also connected. And she doesn't know that the closer she gets to them, the more she puts herself in danger. And it might be too late to go back...

"Move fast!" one whispered and Amara couldn't open her eyes. There are words of men that she didn't know. There are also sounds coming from helicopter. I must be dreaming things. She told herself. She was exhausted from a long journey from abroad. To think that their engagement was announced yesterday, and they will have a proper party later. "Make sure not even a single scratch will happen to her or else, you'll all be killed!" "What...?" she whispered and opened her eyes. And the familiar assistant has welcomed her eyes. "Adrian?" she asked.

---------------------------------- Henry Cambert's POV Amara promised that she will visit me again, but until now, she hasn't even called. That's never happened to me before, and it will not happen to me now. I am not the kind of man who will wait on a woman. But, he can't just let her go because she's the main character of my new novel. I need to do something to make her come to me. I've already written the first few chapters of my novel based on what I gathered about her. The novel cannot go unfinished. That will not be good for my reputation.

They were pulling Amara’s hair, a sharp knife in hand. Sitting on the side of the bed was her father, Soloman, consoling her shaking mother, Daisy. Judging by the situation, Summer already knew what happened. Amara was a stubborn gambling addict; it was clear that she had no money with her, which led to the men barging into their home. As soon as she laid eyes on Summer, Amara’s eyes lit up. She saw a chance of redemption and grabbed it. She confidently told the group of men: “This is my sister, the wife of President Valentine. I’m sure you’ve heard of Santabaca’s well known Valentine group, yeah? She has plenty of money. Go get it from her!”