Ameri #iruma Kun Novels & Stories

~Areum~ Areum. That’s my name. Areum Means “beauty,” the second I slid out of my mother, still covered in blood and screaming, she took one look at my face and laughed like a crazy person. “Look at this one,” she told the midwife, “he’s prettier than half the girls in the village already, call him Areum.” My father just stood there drunk and nodding like, “Yeah, sure, whatever, the kid’s fucked anyway.” So that’s me. Areum. Beauty. The joke that never stops being funny to everyone except me.

I took his hand and his smile was forced. “Akmed" he introduced himself. “Damien Wayne" I responded, introducing myself too. I let go of my hand and he did same. Mr Kuma called everyone again and we stood together for a picture. Irene's smile was all I needed to make my day. The camera man kept signaling me to look away from my beautiful wife.

Once upon a time, There were two realms but they shared one planet called earth. You all know the earth's story. I want to tell the story of Uma and its protector. This realm was in the deepest part of the earth and it is named Uma. Earth and Uma were created with beautiful things within both parts but Uma was made significantly different. On Earth, the first created humans were Adam from which came Eve using Adam’s rib but on Uma their names were Ari and Elah. Though they are almost exactly the same there came a great difference when Adam and Eve ate of the forbidden fruit yet Ari and Elah did not. This created a dilemma so to solve this great problem a seal was created in which no man sha

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. ✾ The little girl had tied her pretty little hair into a tight ponytail. She was called Amara, and she was one of the lucky young women who were chosen to be consorts of the future great Alpha of Cinco. She had just finished her morning chores and was supposed to visit one of her best friend, Eleanor. Amara had fondly called her El. She was proud of the fact that only a few people called her that name.

“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.

Amara stared for a little while, then returned to stare at the screen. "Amara!" Her Mom called her upstairs and she got up to go. We all watched her leave. Izanagi's eyes were sparkling, I thought he might feel uncomfortable at first but then I also had to recall this was his first time meeting Amamiya-san. "Who was that?" he asked. "Amara's Mom." "She's like the dark version of Ms. Bellum." "Who?" Claire whipped her neck to study Izanagi, eyes widened. Almost as if offended at first, but then she thought about it some more and covered her mouth. "No... Yo, wait, she does dress like Ms. Bellum sometimes!"

ALPHA GREYSON (Part 7) "Her name is Amara Brooks, and she is an orphan from the Western Regions. She is not a member of any packs, and... There's not much information about her," Miguel informed me. I stared at that girl's documents, in her photo, and the more I stared at her picture, the more I noticed resembles between her and the Princess of Rema Kingdom.

Mark sat on the side of the bed and introduced himself, “Hi mate. My name is Alpha Mark Robins of the Moon Touched pack.” Tilting her head to the side, Talon giggled, “Look Amara, my mate talks. Does yours?” Amara laughed at her sister’s words before answering, “I don’t know. He just sits there staring at me with those purple eyes like I have two heads.” “Maybe you should introduce yourself and shake his hand,” Talon suggested. Sticking her right hand out, Amara quietly said, “I am Amara Nisga’a of the White Wolf clan. I am from Alaska.”

She missed him so much. She had finished making the spear and was about to strike, when she felt a strong grip, she tried to wiggle away but her efforts where futile. She kept pushing and pulling but she couldn't free herself from the group. Amira recognized the Warriors to Beavertail Juan's but they didn't recognize her, she added the bids due to child beats so she looked chica which has shipped in fact do and the mold which splashed on her face while she was trying to find food prevented the Warriors from recognizing her. One of the warriors said