Ameri #iruma Kun Novels & Stories

She sound happy being far away from us, while I'm not really ready to let her go. 'A car is entering the pack-land border.' Juan, our warrior on guard mind-linked me, brought me back to reality.

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

“You heard me. I know who you are. You can decieve everyone but not me.” Amaria cocked her head, feigning confusion. “No. My name is Urmi.” “You’re Amaria.” Amaria’s smile faltered just slightly, then curved into something sinister. “Nymeria…” She touched her lips as though she had let the name slip carelessly. “Oops.” She waved a hand dismissively. “I have nothing to discuss with you. You should leave.” But when she turned, Nymeria’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist.

swollen his saliva, force word out from his mouth, sweat appears in his forehead, he snatched a handkerchief from his back pocket, wipe it off. Sala 6.5ft tall, shy and peaceful. zero friend zone, tag as one of the most handsome dude in the school, doesn't speak much. before he was able to compose himself to toast Erima, he spent days rehearsing and practicing his speech, it was like a life sentence for him to face her. Erima 5.8ft, she was as beautiful as a mermaid, her skin shining when she’s caught from a far distance, with a charming eye, so jovial. who don’t know; Who, Erima is must be a newbie. known for her out speaking and, one of the most fashionable student. more reason he didn't h

hear someone say from the other end of the table. Almost every girl is looking, but it was her gaze that was the most frightening. If I remember correctly, Zariah told me her name was Mareli, from the Passion Pack. her hair is a fiery red - not orange - that commands the attention in the room by itself. Her expression is hostile "Nah, just Fate," Brynn replies carelessly. Is a fight about to start here? Mareli narrows her eyes. "I seriously think it's cheating that you got to see Malik before anyone else. Especially since you broke the rules...Do you really think Malik is going to want a Luna who doesn't do what she's told?"

now I get, she would be related to Luca and Luca would be related to Luciano for her to call them uncle. One point, does she know how evil her uncle is? “Get out, and come here,….” Luciano paused as if trying to remember my name. Well, I love to help out so I did. Getting out of the car, I straightened my dress and try to fix my hair with my fingers. “My name is Amara Zino,” I said walking toward them “and I don’t mind reminding you every day until you remember to get it stuck”. With the widest smile on my face, I stood in front of them while I watch the three just stare at me. Dee and Luca just stared as if I had gotten into some sort of trouble while Luciano just stared at me like I have o

"Mas Suma...." *****

Then tenta‌tively approaches‌ Kiy⁠a. “Hi,” she says s‌hyly. “I’‍m Amara. I’m‍ going to teach yo‍u lo‍t​s o‍f stuff.​ Like how to rea​d and​ how to do cartwhe‍els and how t⁠o remember Ayana.” My heart swe⁠ll⁠s. This is my family. T⁠hes⁠e beautiful, broken, heali‌ng peo‌ple.

And for just a baby to suffer such darkness, her heart bleeds for her. "Ahm...we are sorry for not knowing your name. But I can give you one. You like that?" she sadly mumbles without expecting a response. "Hmm... let's see. I am Amara and mom told me it means immortal in Sanskrit. So how about I name you, Amari?" after being thoughtful, she sweetly smiles while looking up at Luther. "Amari is a great name. It also means strength in Hebrew. She will love her name, pumpkin" Luther readily agrees and it immensely comforted her.