Amira Reading Novels & Stories

Aramide had spent ten years in hiding, she began to run Dared's underground shady businesses, working in the man's element seemed to be an effective way of dealing with her grief. “ma'am "A" has arrived.” Aramide heard someone say, She glanced at the cup of coffee on the table which she hadn't even drunk, she frowned slightly, tracing her hands on the marble wall before replying in what would have been confused for a whisper but was just her low authoritative voice — “Let her in”

“ Your crying again “ He whispered and I couldn’t help the chuckle as I slowly took a step back, I tried to rub away my tears but they just kept falling, I couldn’t help but laugh. I wanted to ask God what I ever did to be given such a man and truly I am never letting go of this man even through death. If only they knew she was still holding tight to that promise, Brenda sat on the bench outside holding her hands tightly together as she slowly wondered if that God Amelia believed in would help her at this moment. Her body shook as that picture of broken and desperate Amelia she had seen earlier played in her mind like a love song.

She knew it was studying her, so she held her head up and proudly stared back. It was amusing. Amaryah, who was always so conscious about looks and appearance, is right here in a state. Her white clothes are dirtied with visible red spots on her sleeves because of her bleeding wrist a while ago. The little light spoke again, "You can only summon a scrap of our soul." Amaryah's expression contorted. She wanted to retaliate but it was true. The light then flickered when the little flame danced a bit with the soft wind it made when it moved, trying to look at itself.

She stood up, walked towards the door, and opened it, To reveal one of the Luna Queen's maids. “ Amaria, the Queen has requested an audience with you,” The maid said, staring at her with a contemptuous look. “ It's' Lady Amaria', not Amaria and don't look at me like that, you're just a maid so act like one” Amaria replied angrily as she walked out of the room. The maid nodded slowly with a tiny glint of anger in her eyes as she watched Amaria walk away,' hmph! You think you will last in this castle, just wait and watch' The maid thought.

"Do you, by any chance, like him?!" "Huh?!" Both Adam and I reacted. "No, of course not!" Amira's face was beet red. "I have some important stuff to do. Bye!" She disappeared just like that!

And Goddess, please help him; Amira's body was fricken flexible. Amira currently sat, one leg folded beneath her ass- somehow that was comfortable- whilst the other was spread wide. Earlier, she’d been propped up, balancing on her feet on the chair, hugging her knees as she read over parchments and listened to him tell her crucial information that would help her while she acted as the king. That was the reason they were in there.

Amira stares at the young goddesses playing outside. She smiled bitterly as she remembered how she wanted to play like them too when she was their age but her mother told her that she can’t just carelessly run around just like them. She sighed and looked back at the glowing scrolls placed on her bed that were made of stars. “That’s still a lot. How does mother never get short of stories for me to read?” she asked exasperatedly as she begrudgingly walked back to her bed and started opening the scrolls of love again.

SARAH:‍ (e​xhausted but smiling) “⁠Meet Ama⁠r‍a⁠. Y⁠our god‍daugh⁠ter, if you’ll acc‌ept.” MIRIAM: (t⁠e​ars imm‌ediately flowing)​ “​Of course,​ I ac‍cep​t. She’s beautiful, Sa⁠rah. A⁠bsolutely beaut‍iful.” ​[She picks u​p AMA‍R​A c⁠a⁠refull⁠y, hol‌d⁠s her with p‌racticed ease—sh⁠e ha‌s twins of her own. The baby stirs b​ut doesn’t wake.]

Aiden pov Amira walked into the room with a quiet confidence that immediately drew my attention. Her posture was upright, her steps deliberate, and when our eyes met, she didn’t look away like most women did. Instead, she held my gaze with an intensity that intrigued me. I studied her as she approached, noting the way her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, her eyes sharp and intelligent. She was beautiful, but it was more than that. There was a strength in her, a fire that flickered just beneath the surface. I could sense it, and for the first time, I felt a twinge of curiosity, a desire to understand what drove this woman who seemed so different from the rest.