Amaya And Janai Novels & Stories

“Stay away from me.” Before he could respond, someone cleared their throat beside them. Maya turned—and there she was. Amaya. Hair perfectly braided. Eyes lined sharp. She was everything Maya wasn’t—loud without speaking, fierce without trying. “I see we’re making new friends,” Amaya said, her gaze locked on Maya but her words aimed at Zane. Zane sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Don’t do this, Amaya.” “Oh, I’m not doing anything,” she replied sweetly. “Just saying hello to the new girl. Maya, right?”

Walking back with him was different. All the eyes that stared at her now kneeled before them. Words from the paralyzed face were too powerful, she thought. Amai was different from Hiranga. In Hiranga, the king is the father of land as well as father of Amanya but in Amai, more than a father-son relation she could feel a king and his subject bond with them.

Vedika said as she walked out of the room. "She is always so lovely, no one would believe she is forty." Pooja said to Amaya "Right, that's how I want to be like when I'm older." Amaya said "Well, you will be even more pretty, I mean, you are dark skin, it has benefits." They both laughed and finished hanging the clothes. Then they walked out and sat on the bed. Amaya showed Pooja some photos, of newyork and Nigeria, and they were interrupted by Rohit as he walked in

Naomi snapped. Amani nodded solemnly. Then she walked over to Naomi and helped her to zip and tie the pack closed. “I wish someone could love me as much as you love the emperor.” Naomi’s eyes softened and she took Amani’s hands in hers. “You will find someone, Amani. You are so beautiful and kind. Any man would be lucky to have you with him.” Amani’s lips wobbled as she gave Naomi a teary smile. “Please be safe, Empress. Please. And make sure you and the emperor come back from this war in one piece.”

Amaria nodded slowly, wiping away her tears. "Everything is fine. From now on, let's help one another," Elex said with a bright grin as he stretched out his hand. Amaria stared at it, then at him, and gently placed her hands it, as did Teresa. Dove, who had her arms folded to her chest, exhaled loudly. She spread her right arm out and put her right hand on theirs. "OK/sure, let's do that/this is stupid, but who cares" Amaria, Teresa, and Dove all spoke at the same time.

Fayha's eyes are slit while Amani's are huge and doe like but their lips are all pink and plump with a deep heart curve on their upper lips. Amani is more in cute and beautiful while Fayha is beautiful and pretty even with her dark skin. Amani's eyes makes her look innocent but Fayha's makes her look fierce and daring so no one ever crossed their paths in highschool and anywhere. Amani is also isn't quite and when her fierce side appears, the earth turns upsidedown. "I heard MM is getting married to Zmby." Fayha said as they make macaroni in the kitchen. "He is getting married to Zmby?" Amani would want nothing more than to stop talking about her husband's second wife but it perked her inter

I can only wish they would give me another chance. “Here’s my story then, I was raped by multiple men in a foreign country where not even a glimpse of hope surround me. I tremble with every step I hear and I don’t even want to think that someone meant it to happen! But guess what?! There is actually someone and it’s YOU?! How’s that sound?! I’m tired of these types of shits that people make me believe yet would only stab me in the back. If you guys wanna play it dirty then so be it!” Amaya snapped as she took her purse and walked out. I don’t know exactly how to react because I expect her to be someone who would like to keep using her connections and power to benefit from something but after

the sales girl smiled and walked away taking the shopping bag with her. "Why did you let her think that we are a family? I was going to tell her" Janani frowned at Armaan "And have her advertise our surrogacy deal?" He asked dryly "You could have told I am the nanny" Janani countered "She heard Advi crying for you calling you mama. I don't have the time to sit here and explain the complicated relation we share" Armaan said taking the empty bottle from Advi and giving it back to Janani. "Right" she mumbled reluctantly

I said. She smiled at me and shook my hand. "I'm Amaya....I hope I'm not disturbing you while I'm here?" She asked. I shook my head. "Nah, I was being a bitch. I promise I won't get in the way between of you. The past is in the past," I said with a smile. Amaya and I got to know each other as time passed us by. Milo walked into the kitchen only to see us playing mahjong. Amaya turned to look at him. "Oh, hi," she spoke. He looked at her and then, me. "Hey, what are you guys doing?" He asked.

Ryan tried to speak, but his eyes were heavy. "Oh," only that word left her mouth. It was clear what Ryan wanted. She looked at Ryan, who looked puzzled, but at that time, her instincts were blind. Ariana couldn't figure out anything. She just knew one thing, and that was: the girl was Amaya. Both were half-naked in the process of having sex. Ariana moved her gaze towards Amaya. She smirked, folding her arms on her chest. Ariana's heartbeat stopped the instant Ariana saw her smirk. It meant she succeeded even after leaving him and Ariana who gave her love and care to him lost.