Amira Reading Novels & Stories

The door opened on smooth hinges and my breath caught in my throat before rushing out in a gust as Mia stuck her head around the door. “Hey Amara.” The timid blonde whispered before coming into the room and closing the door behind her. “Carly said that you’re good with the locks on the back bedrooms window, I’ve locked it and can’t get it unlocked.” She said sounding timid and I climbed down the ladder looking over the room as I went.

After that day, Amira left the city like a ghost fleeing the ruins of a burned house. No goodbyes. No lingering looks. Just silence. The apartment she rented was small, tucked away in a quiet neighborhood where no one asked questions. It was the opposite of everything Montez represented: modest furniture, soft light, a faint smell of lavender. She filled her days with the basics of walking to the grocery shop, buying fresh fruit, and cooking small meals she rarely finished. Sometimes she lingered at the bookstore, running her hands over the covers of baby books she wasn’t sure she had the courage to buy.

Capa and its heart was close to her, besides she saw the maiden of other talent from Amira. Amiras is not good at talking to other people, but he can express herself through writing and drawing. When she entered the classroom, there she saw her noisy classmates. The first day, everyone you thought was getting lost in the pigsty. She sat at the back of the room and there she saw the man who took his place.

I knew right then that he was about to embarrass me. "Wait! Are you Pollen, the one from the magazines?" Her smile widened. "That's me. I didn't know you are a fan. Did you hear that, Amanda? Jake here is a fan. Where were you hiding this handsome boy?" He blushed when she brushed his shoulder lightly. I honestly had no idea he had a crush on the imposter here. "Hands off him," I whispered, pushing her hand away. Jake was hypnotized by the witch. "Can I get your autograph? It would make my friend so happy," he commented, taking the napkin and pushing it into her hand.

If looks could kill, they have obliterated her at that moment. "Hello." Amira cleared her throat. "My name is Amira Haddock and I'm from the Hunter's Organization." A hush of anger filled the room. "I know that doesn't sound right." She quickly went on. "Especially in this setting, but..." She lowered her gaze to the podium. "Things are different now. Things are changing." She shut her eyes and for an instance felt the familiar motherly and fatherly warmth of her parents beside her.

Hi my dears! This is Rima! I apologize for the delay! I am having my final exams in thsi period! Please stay tuned and write me your reviews and comments! First I thought that Amira should be a grwon up women, then I thought that there's almost no fun in the life of adults! So I regressed her age a bit to look like a teen; Nothing is supposed to make sense in this story, but carrying on you will discover that it actually made sense from the very beginning, I promise! hhhh

I replied, brushing off the dirt off my clothes. Alex's expression softened. "It is. But understand that it isn’t solely your burden to bear alone. We’re here to support you at all times." His words, though simple, carried the weight of truth. The pack's unity was our greatest strength, and I was beginning to feel that bond deeply. --- The hours passed by quickly, and the night’s hue darkened deeper. I sat by the fire, catching my breath from the spar. Maya approached me, her presence as gentle as usual. She gave me a cup containing herbal medicine, the steam rising in the cool wind.

Amanda visited her friend, Mirabel. Mirabel was so happy to see because it's been awhile since they saw each other even though they usually communicate on phone. Mirabel observing Amanda said, "Amanda, you are looking so beautiful more than the last time I saw you. What is the secret? Wait o, Amanda, you have really added more weight." Amanda pretending as if she was not aware of what her friend just said responded, " Are you having eye problem or what, Mirabel? I have not added not even a bit. Please, do you have food in this house, I am really famished."

Amira is Muslim and her beauty is unique. She has olive white skin, deep brown eyes, and brown hair. Judging by her actions and the way she dresses, she doesn’t follow tradition. She came from a prominent family in Mindanao, well- educated and is married to an equally prominent man. As told by my mother, she’s the youngest wife and the most favored. “I bought some fruits while waiting for Sabrina to finish her class. I didn’t know there are some happenings around here.” She was happily

"I like when you read stories." Luke smiled. "Then I'll read one tomorrow too." --- Amiriam sat in her room at the house, snuggled up with a notebook in her lap, pen scratching across the paper as the rain beat against the window. Rita came in with two mugs of tea in her arms. "He's serious," Rita said, handing her one of the mugs. "I know." "You're scared." "I'm careful," Amiriam corrected. Rita sat next to her. "You still love him."