Amira Reading Novels & Stories

Grace Amira was a goddess of miracles and pettiness. Not only had she gotten a stamp with my petty signature made, but she had set up a workflow between the transfer system and the pack’s messaging system to tell everyone who was transferring that they had a week to get out or they would be escorted forcibly, and two weeks after that to get their addresses and things changed. She even had farewell postcards and information packets in the transfer packets to be delivered to the individuals leaving. How she managed to get them all printed, stamped with my signature, signed, and delivered before the end of the week, I had no idea, but I loved the enthusiasm.

Was I not enough? That was when the door swung open, and in breezed the hurricane herself—Amira. Amira never just entered a room. She swept in like she owned the air, her red curls bouncing, oversized sunglasses perched on her head even though we were indoors. She had on a short black skirt, a blouse tied at the waist, and heels that announced her arrival before she even said a word. “You’re late again,” I said dryly, leaning back in my chair. “And I bet you’re still hungover.”

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

I tried to imagine her naked and I felt my groin nodding. Immediately I pushed the thought off. “Come in”. She opened the door with a shy smile. We sat on the bed as we munched on our food. “Alexia, turn on the Tv”. I commanded the Ai as silence thickened. “Fancy. You have a smart home”. She poked my shoulder. “Alexia, I love watching movies based on documentaries”. She commanded. In a few seconds, she had different options on the screen. “Ooouuu. She is smart”. She gushed.

* * * * * * * * * AMARACHI "Amara why do you look so pale?"Aunty Lydia asked as i dragged my feet into the leaving room, holding the polythene bag containing Mrs Justice's spoilt fabric. I slumped on the ground. I couldn't even talk. "Chimo. Amara are you pregnant? Why do you look so dejected?"She asked as she came over to me. The polythene bag dropped from my hands and she took it. Opening it and bringing out Mrs Justice's fabric, aunty Lydia let out a loud shriek.

Amira said dis entangling herself from Amir's arms. Amira was now fully aware of how exposed she was. She used her hands to cover her full breasts from Amir's gaze. "You're still my wife and I've seen you naked so many times, so why are you embarrassed?" Amir said "But you're here for the princess" Amira said "Was, until i saw you again, I'll just let her know I'm no longer interested and I've found my wife and child. It wouldn't be much of a problem" Amir said

Then what was Amira? A lie?

“The history. The alliances, the pack structure, the things I should know and don’t remember. There are gaps I keep running into and I’m tired of navigating around them.” Amira was quiet for a moment. Something shifted in her expression. “You know,” she said, “you don’t have to do this alone. Any of it. The remembering. The learning.” She looked at me steadily. “I’m not going anywhere.” The simplicity of it caught me off guard. “I know,” I said. “Well,” she added, brushing imaginary dust from her clothes, “lucky for you, Nightshade has a very impressive library.” I blinked. “A library?”

CJ takes almost ten minutes without replying then my phone lights up, CJ Fine. How are you tho? Have you eaten? Have you slept? You should sleep early tonight. Me I'm watching CSI, so I don't think sleeping early is in my schedule. CJ That was not a request, Terra. Get some sleep! The doorbell rings and I leave the phone on the couch. ^^^^^^^^ It's Amira. "What's wrong?" Amira takes the piece of chicken and wipes the tears from her eyes. "Our first meeting was terrible."

Amira, trying to pick her wish, whispered, "We don’t need a wanted serial killer as a tenant." Linda set her in her place with a sharp jab. "Watch your mouth, Amira. I’m the reason you’re not in a cell right now." Amira winced but managed to keep her smile. Reaching her condo door, she slipped in the key, unlocking it as she said strongly, "I need to act fast despite the awful turnouts of my plans, and—" She pushed the door open and turned on the lights, her words sticking in her throat as she gasped, "You?" She gulped, suddenly appalled by who she saw beheld.