Novel & Cerita Amira Reading

Rama walked in, at the gate carrying Tami on his hands, she was exhausted with all the walking, it was her first time taking a stride, and it was not a short one, her legs had swollen from the bumpy boulevard they had taken. “There they are.” Amira pointed out excitingly. Regina was not happy with their arrival, Tami managed to get closer to Ramani. She felt remorseful for her daughter. ‘I can’t believe my eyes I am finally meeting a real princess and it is going to be me explaining everything to her.’ Amira was excited She quickly prepared her a sit, and bowed down at her with much respect. “Welcome to my humble home, your highness.” Amira spoke with utmost respect.

•••• •••• •••• •••• The rest of the drive was silent, Amirah relaxed on her seat and closed her eyes listening to an old school hit playing. Muhammad regularly turned to stare at her, he felt bad about how he'd spoken to her and he didn't know what to do next.

He urged Amelia to quickly shower before it gets too late. After Amelia took a quick shower and dried her hair with the blow drier in the bathroom. She wrapped herself in a robe before going to the walk-in-closet to pick her pajamas before going to bed. Afterward, she walked to their bed wherein she found Damian reading something on his tablet. "What are you reading?" Amelia asks while brushing her long hair as she sat down beside him. "Just an article about the recent uproar" Damian replied. He closed his tablet before moving closer to Amelia. "Let me brush your hair" he offered. Amelia gave him the hairbrush and turned her back from him to let Damian focus on brushing her long hair.

When Ameira climbed up, she saw the small gate was wide open so she walked in without permission. On the outside of the bookstore, you can see that there are plants. The plants that are placed in the pots are extravagant and beautiful, indicating that the owner is wealthy. She looked at the door, it was open and because the wall is made up of glass, Ameira could easily see the guy that the old woman mentioned earlier. Kendrick and... "Aleja," for some inexplicable reason, Ameira smiled as she mentioned the man's name. But her eyes widened and her cheeks became slightly warm as she stared at the man without clothes on top who was bathing in his own sweat.

She looked exhausted with the bags under her eyes. "Amira, why don't you take a break? I'm here so I can take over for you." Willow suggested, but Amira shook her head. "I can't. I can feel it, ya know? That our answer is somewhere in this room, but everytime I look through these damn books, I feel farther from the answer than I originally was." Amira rubbed her face and slapped her cheeks. Willow raised a brow as she looked amongst the books she had gathered together before she reached up to the table and brought down the white one she had brought with her. Amira's eyes fell on it instantly, "I haven't seen that one before."

Amara stared for a little while, then returned to stare at the screen. "Amara!" Her Mom called her upstairs and she got up to go. We all watched her leave. Izanagi's eyes were sparkling, I thought he might feel uncomfortable at first but then I also had to recall this was his first time meeting Amamiya-san. "Who was that?" he asked. "Amara's Mom." "She's like the dark version of Ms. Bellum." "Who?" Claire whipped her neck to study Izanagi, eyes widened. Almost as if offended at first, but then she thought about it some more and covered her mouth. "No... Yo, wait, she does dress like Ms. Bellum sometimes!"

BEADS of sweat had formed on Amara’s forehead when she opened her eyes, forcedly waking herself up from an unwanted nightmare. She gasped as she stared at the old brown-colored thatched coconut roof. As she got up on the bed, her eyes looked around the tiny room where she was. It was dark, and the only thing that was somehow lighting up the room was the moonlight through the window. Tears started to burn her eyes. Her lower lip trembled, remembering the tragic fact that her father and Killian died unjustly.

he reprimanded with a hint of concern lacing on his voice. “No worries, Fin.” Amira waved her hand in the air in a casual manner. “I prefer to die in illness than having an accident and die miserably...” she smiled faintly at her loyal employee and finally took her model-like steps towards the main door. Her hips swayed like a seductive serpent and butler Fin was amazed by it. He could only shake his head in silence as he walked back to his current position. His madam is like a fine wine. The more she aged the more she looked brilliant!

It’s been hard for Amira to come home and keep up the act that she is still upset over not seeing Calix when her cheeks are usually still flushed by the time her parents pick her up. After what feels like a surreal dream of a week, the long-awaited dinner with Evander has come, but rather than sitting alongside him probably eating delicious food, she is sitting at home under the watchful eyes of her parents and the boredom of her bedroom. This leaves her with nothing more to do than work on her weekly assignments and think back on her eventful week with Calix. She pops in a pair of headphones to help her concentrate and soon finds herself bobbing along to Pack A Lunch by Prof, focusing hard

"Three days until the gala, Amira. Three days to prove you're on my side. Don't waste them making mistakes you can't undo." She left his study with Darren's email still on her phone, undeleted, unblocked. A small rebellion. A tiny act of defiance. But it felt like the only choice that was truly hers. --- That night, Amira dreamed of fire. Not the vague, shapeless nightmares that had plagued her before, but something specific. Vivid. She stood outside a burning house—lakeside, modern, all glass and exposed beams collapsing inward. Smoke poured from shattered windows. Sirens wailed in the distance, growing closer but never arriving.