Amaya X Janai Mga Nobela at Kwento

Amaya announced happily. “You’re pregnant?” Nina exclaimed in shock. “Yes sir!” Amaya confirmed proudly. Nina screamed and went to hug her they jumped up and down happily. “We can do girls night out with our kids, sleepovers, hangouts, we can go on trips” Amaya continued. “We can go camping, we don’t need men” Nina stated. “Hold up girl if my husband comes around I’m ditching you” Amaya reminded her. “Mine will come home every weekend, yours is a pilot he comes once in a blue moon, I’ll ditch you more”

Amaya came out of the bathroom with her crying swollen eyes. Her boyfriend just treated her like a slut, she have never dream of being treated that way by Edward. She wore her jean trouser,black T shirt with her sneakers and face cap. She zipped up her traveling bag and left without Edward, Edward rushed to go bath in the visitors bathroom since Amaya locked herself in his room bathroom, just for him to come back Amaya was gone..

It's eyes fell shut as it inhaled deeply. "I'm glad you're okay." She could hear Amira whisper to it. It let out a soft growl before its eyes opened again and they met gazes once more, "This is Willow. Janice was her mentor. This is Aiden, my Mate." Aiden glanced to Amira for a quick moment before he turned his gaze back to her and gave a slight nod of acknowledgement. "Now that everyone is here," Jax said with slight annoyance, "now what?"

I want everything to flow smoothly, and make my image clear for Amaya's family. I sincerely want her to be mine. Don't mind the progress, the hindrance, or the barriers that might come in between us. "Stop it, stop it, stop it! The thing you're fighting over has gone. Jino is now out of my range, and I couldn't track him anymore because of your unnecessary arguments. My god!" Amaya said and turn her back against us. Mune was about to follow her but Yna came out. "Hiro! What's taking you so long!" she said, but her attention from me quickly diverted to Mune.

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.

“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?”

“What do you plan to do about Raina?” I raised an eyebrow. Amaya mentioning my mistress threw me for a loop. “What about her?” I demanded angrily. What the fuck did Raina have to do with any of this? “Well... you can’t keep fucking her when you’ve got this mate bond to contend with,” Amaya spoke slowly. Mimicking my posture, she kicked her feet out and leaned back in her chair as well. “Give her to me.” My eyebrows nearly disappeared into my hairline. Another reason we’d parted ways in terms of sleeping together. Amaya decided she liked women more than she liked my dick. To each their own. I couldn’t blame her though. I liked pussy more than dick too.

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.

But Samara doesn't accept the payment so she can't do anything but just let it go and thank her. They also don't talk much. As a result, she can't say that Samara is her friend, and she has no intention of making friends with Samara or even learning more about her. It's enough that she knows how her personality changed, and Samara also promised not to divulge anything about her illness. "Where are we going to eat later?" Ameira heard Joseph ask. They were all the same age. Ameira met them on the street where they perform until they decided to come together to sing as a group, and Ameira was the vocalist.

Instead, I went to my father—but he forbade me from stepping in, we do not interfere with human ordeals, he had said. I'd still left an anonymous note describing what I had walked in on in the bathroom, but then I found out later that same day that I'd been too late—he was already gone. And those boys? They were only expelled, and that was only because one of them confessed. But, what kind of justice is that? And since when does rape not warrant jail time? Amaris lays down next to the creek in her wolf form, resting her head on her paws, her ears twitching this way and that, likely listening out for any kind of a threat that could be lurking within the coverage the dense forest supplies.