Amidala Quotes Novels & Stories

"That's what happens when you speak from the place that aches." Luke felt a little embarrassed but also quietly proud. "I just answered." "Yeah," Amiriam said, "but you answered truthfully." At the end of the week, Rita had offers from two other podcasts and a tiny online magazine to quote Luke's words in a piece on survivor testimony. She took the offers that seemed genuine, politely turning down those who seemed more interested in the sensational. One night, during dinner, Jackson had mentioned reading the quote going around the internet. "That's you, isn't it?" he asked Luke, who had a plate of pasta in front of him.

The bishop drew near, his voice a resonant prayer: "But when the strong one attacked him and overpowered him, he became the shield that the man had been able to control and divide his spoils." He repeated the verse again and again, his voice rising with each word, filling the room as if dispelling shadows. Naji, Amal's body began to tremble. Her screams subsided, and victory fell silent. Finally, with trembling breaths, the bloodied figures vanished from her streets, and she stood motionless as if something had just left her.

How can I have failed already He thought. Littume, who had already been afraid, looked ready to shit himself. Then Lord Amara spoke five words that would tip the first stone that would cause a world spanning landslide. "I wish to join you"

“One minute. Make it quick.” Amelia swallowed. “One minute,” she repeated. She looked at the sea of faces: the sponsors, the players, the flashing phones, the women who had smiled at her before and would not smile now. She looked at the cameras. She looked at the man who would be compromised by what she had. “Tell them,” she said to Maya. “Tell them who you are to me.” Maya’s grin was small and steady. “I’ll start,” she said. “I saved her life. That’s the short version.”

Tami finally got a chance to concentrate on her work. She sat down calmly, folded her legs tight and started meditating, the more she concentrated on her meditation the more Amira felt pain, she moved side by side in pain, her meditation started irritating Joel. Sshe was taking long to cure Amira, it felt as if she was not certain with what she was doing “If you don’t know what you are doing please allow me take her to an herbalist.” Joel impatiently pointed out. Rama relished inspecting Tami; her beauty drove him crazy

"But I won't die from it. I'll survive it, I'll get over it. We were never meant to be but you and her? That's fate. Otherwise you wouldn't have met again. The things we lose have a way of coming back to us..." "If not in the most unexpected of ways," Muslim finished, quoting one of the infamous people from the Harry Potter series. "How did you..." "Noorul-Huda invented this rule where she sends me three quotes from the series everyday," Marwan shrugged, cutting him off. Muslim's smile slipped off his face but he recovered when Marwan backed out a laugh. "It was annoying really," he nodded, still laughing. "I always feared what would happen if she found out how much I didn't care about the s

she said in her mind The young man smiled and spoke "Amalia" -The End-

Maddox wasn’t a man who reacted with raw emotions, but in that moment, I saw his mask crack. *"If you’re trying to get a reaction out of me, Amalia,"* he said in a low, dangerous voice, *"be careful what you wish for."* The air between us burned, charged with everything we weren’t saying. And then, Khalid’s voice broke the silence from the hallway. *"I hope I’m not interrupting."*

the amusement clear in his voice “You missed the opportunity to watch it live” I closed my eyes picturing how magnificent she looked under the spotlight “I heard of Amelia’s ‘allergic’ reaction,” he said putting air quotes around the word ‘allergic’ with his free hand while the other held his game pad “What's with the airquotes?” I asked “I'm just saying” he laughed “Are you trying to say it wasn’t real? I don't understand you” I said “You know what I am talking about” he took a glance from the screen wiggling his eyebrows at me

her voice was cold and steady, the quiet grief from a moment ago transformed into a chilling resolve. > AMARA > (cold, quiet) > You think you’ve won. > You think the world believes your story. > But I’m still here. > And I don’t forget. > And one day… > You’ll wish I had. > “Cut,” Mira said. Then, quietly: “Print.” Amara didn’t move. She held her pose, her gaze fixed on the horizon. But inside, something had shifted. She wasn’t crying anymore. She was planning.