Novel & Cerita Amaya X Janai

“I thought she’d changed, but she’s still James’s daughter.” “That's not true!” I cried, clutching my face, blood slipping between my fingers. “I didn’t touch her! I didn’t do anything!” I cried out. I looked at Alpha Damon, hoping he would believe me but the look on his face told me he didn't. In his eyes, I was the villain. The omegas who dared to harm his mate. “You vile creature,” he growled, eyes blazing. “How dare you lay a hand on my mate?” He turned, voice thundering. “Guards! Take Amaya to the pack hall. She is to be lashed and it doesn't stop until Freya says so.”

" Evolet asks, confused. "Seems like we can go now, Oren," Kano said, patting my back. Amaya's pov "Amaya, no! Please do not do this!" Anna said in a pleading voice, falling on her knees while tears were streaming down her face. "It is ok, Anna. I am much stronger than you. I will be alright. You need to get out of here." I didn't believe myself when I said that. But I needed to be strong in front of them. I wasn't afraid. Not even dying was scaring me now. But I know I am not that strong.

The seller then handed Amara her sliced fish. "Well i can help you if you don't mind"Amara said nervously as they walked away, Kaima's hand still on her shoulder. "I would definitely need a beautiful girl like you to help me"Kaima said with a smirk before winking at her. Amara let out a laugh and her cheeks were being heated up again as they both chatted, both of them oblivious of the eyes watching them. ************ "So Amara is with Jordan"Becca said to herself as she watched Amara and Jordan walk away, chatting happily.

It wasn't even a pleasant greeting but he made her heart flutter. Olivia stared at the man, her anxiety died down. Olivia knew she trusted him, his words, his actions, everything thus far. Amon was the first who managed to come to a place where no one else came to, and so, she will patiently wait for his reasons. "I am called Amon of Yyir, pleasure to meet your Highness, Princess Olivia of Estel--"

she rolled her eyes. Damaris answered her with laughter, a crooked laugh that made Jupetah angrier. “We shall see.” “Jupetah, it's enough.” Amaya groaned, feeling pained. Sometimes she wished her daughter could make her proud sometimes hence she can show all these people but never, Jupetah was always a disgrace.

“There is no way you’d look handsome and cute without your mother using any skin care products on you. Trust me, you’re just a kid and you know nothing. You’re simply—” “I’d have to stop you right there, Fiona,” Janette interrupted with a raise of her palm. “My son is naturally cute and adorable, and so is your daughter, Amaya. You should focus on taking better care of her and her needs instead of trying to mound her into something she’s not,” she walked to where Amaya stood and bent to her level, smiling at the little girl. Amaya smiled back, using her free hand to hold Janette. “She is already so beautiful with the cutest eyes I have ever seen. There’s no need to change anything about her.

His hands dampened and his forehead creased. “Jaxon,” he called as Jaxon opened the door. “Good to have you back. Let's continue this way and soon the world will be ours. Me and you,” he said. Jaxon held his gaze for a moment longer before he finally opened the door and walked out. “Before we continue, I have a demand and a question,” Amaya said once they were left alone again. “Shall we continue in the room and I demand I get to use a separate room at least until we tie the knot or something—”

asked Ana. “Of course it's fine. Want to come to my apartment? " bargained Ana. Amanda nodded, of course, she wanted to visit Ana's apartment. One more surprising thing is that they are actually neighbors. They are in the same apartment but on different floors. Ana is happy because finally, she will have a close friend. Because all this time Ana has always closed herself off to other neighbors. Ana gets Amanda a drink and some snacks to snack on. Amar opens the door to the room because he hears Ana's voice who is not talking alone. He was transfixed at the door looking at the figure he saw at this moment. The woman who made Amar fall in love and the woman was carrying a baby. Amar took a dee

All the characters, places and contents of this story is solely based on my imagination, any resemblance to respective elements, is a mere coincidence. To connect to me, do ping me on I*******m as agni_aastha❤ for the character sketches and aesthetics, do connect to me. Shanaya: Witnessing the endless bickering of Amara and Azeil, made me wonder and gave a constant breeze of nostalgia inside my head. How me and Emir used to argue

“I’ll wait for you to heal Able, then take you back to the packhouse before heading out.” “I would rather stay here if that’s alright.” I uttered and watched as the beta seemed to consider this for a moment before nodding. “Jay.” He called and a partially dressed fighter stepped over from the waiting area. “Amara this is Jay, one of the packs senior warriors.” He introduced and I considered that senior must be a skill rank or something because it certainly wasn’t a reflection of the man’s age, he could barely be thirty. “Jay, this is Amara, the Alphas mate.” Greyson continued but I watched as Jay’s eyes widened in surprise.