Amira Reading Novels & Stories

The waiter brought water, and both of them pretended not to be too aware of the silence settling between them. It wasn’t awkward. Just… charged. Gently, beautifully charged. “So,” Daniel said to break the tension, “tell me something about you.” Amira laughed softly. “That’s vague, Daniel.” “That’s the point,” he said with a smile. She thought for a moment. “Well… I love reading poetry. I know it sounds cliché, but it’s one of the few things that calm me.” “Really?” “Yes.” She took a sip of water. “My favorite poet once said, ‘Hearts don’t fall in love. They rise into it.’ I always thought that was beautiful.”

Parker skips towards the house. "Precious would you mind if you call Gabriel and Ameera." I nodded and walk to where Ameera and Gabriel was reading under a bright lamp. "Gabriel, Ameera. Grey Grey wants both of you." The two of them look up and nodded. They place down their book and walk to where Grey was cooking. I look at the cover of their books. Ameera was reading "Prr-ayd. Pride is that correct?" I murmur then read the rest "annd Prr-edjustice? Nope. Again."

Amira sat on the edge of her bed, staring at each photograph of Emily. Her smile widened; she was her other half, which she had never realized she had. However, they took her away with the cold hands of death. She sniffled and placed the photo on her chest, closing her eyes tightly. Then she kissed the photograph and placed it on her lampstand. Someone knocked on the door, and she dashed to open it. I noticed Kira standing with a smirk on her face.

*** IRENE *** The sound of Amira’s voice, so smug and cruel, felt like salt rubbed into every wound I had. The fear from the club, the horror of the video, the helplessness—it all boiled over, mixing with a hot, desperate anger. “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, my voice trembling with tears and rage. “You sit in your perfect, safe little world and throw stones. You don’t know anything!” “Oh, I know enough,” Amira sneered laughingly. “I know a gold-digging trash when I see one. Dragging my father’s name through the mud with your cheap drama. Did you enjoy your little performance for the cameras? I bet you did—”

She was biting her lip, her hands twisting together so tightly her knuckles were turning white. Damir had been leaning back, reading a book, but the second she walked in, he dropped it onto the couch beside him. His entire vibe shifted from relaxed boyfriend to terrifying Alpha in half a second. "Alpha," Amira squeaked, bowing so low she almost hit the floor. "Take a seat," I told her, gesturing to the chair opposite us. She swallowed hard and sat down on the very edge of the cushion, looking like she might bolt at any second. Damir’s eyes were locked on her, completely unreadable, waiting for her to speak.

The crystal clear water gurgles and whoosh scaring the eagle away. At a distance lies two creatures half awake. The soft brushes of the wind and silliness of tiny brown four-legged creatures running through and over their body awaken Amira. The heaviness on her head crunch her as she sits on her butt, her head tilts to her side and her eyes shut close as they adjust on the light that welcomes them.

Slowly, I turned to Amira. She continued sweeping or pretending to. Her movements were too fast, too nervous. Her head stayed low, but I noticed the slight tremble in her fingers gripping the broom. Adorable. I walked closer, my steps soft but deliberate. Amira tensed, though she kept her gaze lowered. “Amira.” She jumped a little. “Y-yes, Ma’am?” I smiled calm, polite, but lined with meaning. “About what you just saw…” Her broom froze. The air stilled.

Elexier’s POV When we arrived at my men’s condo, Amira fell asleep in an instant. She cried all the way to here and she can’t calm herself. She is so dead tired from all the crying and I feel bad. I can’t help but to think that she won’t know all these, she won’t hurt like this if she haven’t met me in the first place. Then I won’t offer her the marriage thingy because I don’t know her. I feel bad for her. I’m sorry.

That's she just trying to faint after getting up to fast. "Your two days are over and you are going to do what I say" I walked to her. Shit! I just remembered I gave her some options that were not so optionable. "I bet you must have thought about my offer and agreed to do it, under wise, I don't see why you are still alive" Amara's like quivered. She kept blinking as if trying to hide the tears in her eyes but it failed her. She burst into tears as I stood like an image.

’ Amore thought to herself… she jerk her head left and right looking at all three doors. “There... that door, that door is standing slightly ajar.” She whispered to herself. Okay now I am going crazy, I even started talking to myself. Nice Amore, she thought to herself while shaking her head. Amore knew she could not go through the front door. That would be like saying “Hey guys here I am, come and kill me.” She knew she had to search for another way out, a window was her only option. She looked around her making sure she does not receive any unwelcome company. With her hands at her side, she tightened her grip on the knife. Forgetting about her injured leg she tiptoed over to the room. She