Amaya Takeru Novels & Stories

Amaya asked, dumbfounded. “That’s what they call us, Tresh and Amaya equals to Tremaya. What do you say?” “It might take few months for the contraceptive to clear off my system,” she said. “Is that a yes?” Tresh could not believe his ears. He thought it would take some convincing to get her to agree. “Can I ever refuse to have Taygans?” Amaya asked, his reaction amusing. “What?” Now Tresh was the one dumbfounded. “Well, I figured it should work with surnames too,” she responded, feeling silly.

“ Ayla , I am sorry I am late . The baggages took a while to prepare . “ said Amra catching her breath . “ You are finally here . We have to hurry now or we will miss the flight……. “ said Ayla then saw the five luggages behind Amra , being carried by two men in black clothes . “ What is that ? “ said Ayla . “ Oh , don’t worry about them . They are my trustworthy bodyguards . They will not tell anything to my brother . “ said Amra winking at her with a smile . “ I do hope so but I wasn’t talking about them . I was talking about those “ said Ayla pointing at the luggages . “ That is my luggage . “ said Amra . “ Do you usually travel with this much luggage ? “ asked Ayla . “ Hm ? This is the sm

faded “What are you?” he asked. “I was about to ask you the same thing,” I said softly. He took a step closer, like he was approaching something fragile. “I’ve never seen another one,” he said. Neither had I. Not like this. Not someone who looked back at me like a reflection instead of a weapon. “My name is Amaya.” “Julian.” The name settled between us. “Did he make you too?” Julian asked. I hesitated then nodded. “Yes.”

what was going on? “I will always come back sweetie,” Aranife assured Aracely stared at her with so much emotion and replied as her bottom.lip wobbled. “and what if you don't?” Aracely cried. Aramide couldn't do this. ....... "You should keep it, so that if anything happens to me, you will look at those initials and remember me. A stands for Aramide, and The other A, stands for Aracely!" Aracely smiled brightly as she informed her mother, and Aramide had to stop herself from crying right there, her daughter was literally saying good bye to her, Instead. Aramide wiped her tears and took of the neck lace once again.she picked up the small bat in room and conveniently broke it into two.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

the guy grinned revealing very beautiful teeth , he looked past Roman and waved at me. “hi. I’m Cory”. “Camila” I replied grinning too. Roman gave him a glare. Cory rolled his eyes and handed Roman some documents. “don’t smile at him” Roman said to me “he’s my secretary”. “i thought secretaries were girls” I replied.

The Baron giggled when he saw my awkward reaction. “Its okay...” He smiled and fell silent for a moment. “By the way, my name is Sakamaki Yuu. I came from a world called Earth, in a place called Japan.” He said. “Eh... Japan, huh? I see.” I smiled. We fell silent again as the both of us got absorbed in our thoughts. As I glanced from the corner of my eyes, I noticed Izana stroking the Baron’s hair gently. He seemed to really like the Baron. I’m glad that I brought him along. I chuckled silently.

They were peculiar. After a long day's work, Amaya retired home, meeting his brother who had been studying in the library. She didn't know what he usually studied and she didn't care since most of the books in their library consisted of different languages. It was what he studied in college and she wasn't familiar with various tongues. She strolled toward the desk making sure that he didn't interrupt his reading or meditation. “What is it, Amaya?” A black-haired man, Hadrian, who would be in his early twenties with blue eyes looked at her.

Every second of every single day. My name is Yamamoto Aito and I am the most popular, most handsome guy in the school. I have platinum blonde hair which I'm too lazy to comb so it's always messy but people tell me it makes me look sexy. I have eyes like crystals. Brown but glassy. A slim pointed nose, pretty pink lips, and smooth clear pale skin. Not a single blemish could be seen. Thanks to my family's good genes.

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.