Amethio X Liko Novels & Stories

lots of love, amara<3

Liam: no problem you feel like I'm stinking ain't I. Me: No you not I just don't like these clothes you're wearing. Liam: Noted then take me there. === LIAM SIPHOSETHU MSELEKU To say I'm shocked would be understandable tell why the fuck I'm seeing my Bestfriend in this car.?I patiently waited for yoli to get out in this car after she went to deliver food inside I turned to look at limo and I found him looking at me with pure respect in his eyes .

A few heartbeats later, Lloyd was on his front with his hands cuffed at his back, Kaito’s heavy boot nestled at the crook of his neck. “This…” She commenced as she pierced the bottle opening with the syringe, then pulled the clear liquid inside. “-is liquid meth. Now you’d think it’s the usual one dissolved in water. This is a special one I curated just for you.” She flicked the top of the syringe with her middle finger as she eyed it, and then she shifted her gaze back to her little prey. “This is mixed with sulfuric acid. I know it sounds crazy, but the two surprisingly go very well together.” She squatted beside him and then tilted her head to regard him fully.

The past few days had been a hurricane. Aramide ran up the stairs into her room. She got some wine from her bar and took it out and poured a little into a glass. She reached out and drank a shot. Her goal wasn't to get drunk, no. She just wanted to get some rest, and over the years, a few shots of vodka or whiskey seemed to do the trick. **************

Steve joked, which was immediately reciprocated by Fiona. *** Fiona snorted. Her bead stared at a man she was of course familiar with. He's Sam Smith, the future CEO of S Group and her college friend. Jack certainly knew Sam because the man used to visit his house a lot. "Dad just wants the best for you," Jack said. The woman named Fiona Aubrey snored softly. The same remarks that parents always say to their children. Jack didn't even understand Fiona, but the man now assumed that he knew everything.

I was no one’s but the Lord’s, I was the apple of his eyes, but those eyes, those tempest blue, looked at me differently–with want, with desire, that made my heart flutter. Maybe, just maybe, finding out what ‘his submissive’ meant wouldn’t hurt at all. Just once. Just enough… then I could let it go.

"No. It's just..." "Cut it, the two of you. Take this and infuse it into yourself. You probably need something to calm you down." Ameira prevented them before it took the situation ugly, giving her the medicine kit that only belongs to her. It's medicine to calm her moods. Probably her illness is starting to manifest itself.

And if Brooke thinks I’m not gonna drag her up there with me, she’s got another thing coming. I don’t know if it’s because the bar’s pretty dead tonight or because I’m an alpha, but after I tell the DJ my song, he hands me the mic rather than putting me in the queue. I clear my throat, nodding to the DJ to start, feeling the weight of every eye in the place on me as he starts the song. The title flashes up on the little screen in front of me- ‘Maybe I’m Amazed’ by Paul McCartney. A song I know Brooke loves, because she got all googly-eyed when it played in the Jeep on our way back from Denver.