Amaya Jiwe Novels & Stories

The woman glanced up at the question and fixed her eyes into the young man's as if questioning his intentions before he flashed a toothed smile and tilted his head to the side. The woman cleared her throat and wiped her cheeks, where a few stray tears fell. "I'm Amaya." She quietly answered. Ash nodded at the name as he held out his hand for a handshake.

I looked down to see Amaya staring up at Ruby with big eyes. Ruby gasped and pointed at Amaya. “Is that your daughter?” I nodded and scooped Amaya back into my arms. “This is Mommy’s best friend, Ruby,” I told her. “Ruby, this is my daughter Amaya.” “Hi there,” Ruby said, giving her a half-wave. “Mommy…” Amaya whispered in my ear. “She’s pretty like a princess.” I smiled. “Yes, she is,” I agreed. “Okay! Positions!!” Laura barked for the final time; irritation twinged in her voice.

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

Amaya turned her face to the wall after talking. This time the king looked at her and he stopped playing with his puzzle box. “What did you just say?” he asked wanting her to repeat herself. “I don't think the test was fair. They must have done something. How can she be strong? Who is she? Moreover, she is pregnant, how is it possible for her to kill two wolves without touching them?!” Amaya widened her eyes, the shock was still in her body.

she said brightly, and he nodded. "We're going to Silvan tomorrow," Amaria said. " It's really suspicious, Silvan is a small town but very rich in soil, they said the rich soil was a blessing from the spirit king of nature 'Gaia' that's why they have the healthiest fruits, vegetables and rear the healthiest animals, it has the highest exportation rate over the years because all the kingdoms under Ashmael Empire request goods from them yearly, I should know because I'm from there." Teresa stated

Amaya reassured me. Amaya led the way back to her room, but we ended up not resting at all. We talked about everything we could possibly think of regarding this world. She shared details about her magic and all the things she could do with it. I asked her if her parents were witches too, and she confirmed that witches are born from witches. If a witch were to be with a human, their child would not possess any magic. So, Amaya would have to find a wizard if she wanted her child to have the same abilities as her.

I said and gave her a pat on her head. Her expression shifted to being sad. "...did I say something wrong?" I added. "I love you too, so much that my heart is about to come out. I can't even handle how deep my feelings are for you. But then I remembered. It's a fake one," Amaya said. "It's okay. It'll be okay for me as long as you're doing your mission. I'm allowing all deities to use me, to lure you into doing what is right," I said.

"Wh-what? Wh-what did you just say?" "I said I am the Spirit Princess and my name is Amaya" "Yo-you are joking right?" "I wish I was. I wished this was just some kind of dream and I would be waking up from it soon" She sighed. "I-i... I-I am confused right now" "You're confused? Good thing that you know that you are. I do not know what I am right now. I do not know what I am feeling right now"

I tossed the ones I’d just worn into the wash before heading back out. Amaya was in the living room, crouched over the TV, flipping through streaming options. Her hair was still damp, her legs folded under her on the couch. “What movie is it?” I asked, moving closer. She glanced over her shoulder at me and her lips began to quiver like she was hiding a grin. “Something light. You’ve probably never watched it before.” “Try me,” I challenged, sitting down on the couch beside her. “It’s a rom-com.”

“Come, let me show you something special.” She reached out and took his hand softly. Greg’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t pull away. Her hand felt small, warm, and incredibly gentle. She led him down a winding garden path lined with glowing flowers. They stopped in front of a beautiful flower bed filled with large, closed blooms that shimmered under the moonlight. “Watch this,” Amaya whispered excitedly, her eyes sparkling with joy. She touched one of the flowers lightly with her fingertip. Suddenly, the petals unfolded gracefully, releasing a cloud of colorful butterflies that danced around them in soft waves of blue, yellow, orange, and pink.