Amira West Leaked Novels & Stories

“Leak it. But only to Thea’s network.” He replied. “Won’t she know it came from us?” “Yes,” I answered. “That’s the point.” By 8:15 p.m., the footage of Damon’s meeting with Amira circulated quietly through encrypted networks tied to Thea’s organization. At 8:30 p.m., Thea called Damon. He didn’t know I was monitoring. Her voice: “You disappoint me.” His voice: “I control the fallout.” “No. Ariella does. And now you’ve lost control of her.”

She smiled instantly as she walked back to her case to finish setting herself up for the night. "Hey Leyla, I'm sorry I missed the update call. Somethings have been a little crazy up here." Amira admitted honestly to her. She knew she could at least be truthful to an extent with Leyla. Being a close friend of her mother's, she knew she could confide in her with anything. Almost anything at least.

“If you want to take a bath, there are clothes available for you to wear in the closet.” She glanced at the older woman. Amara couldn’t believe that she would still be able to smile gently at her after what she did in the woods. The smell of human blood was irritating her nose, but other than that, she felt safe at all. “Have a good night, young lady.” The woman walked to the door and gave her one last look before she opened the door. “I’m a werewolf,” Amara stated bravely. “I am cursed. I can kill you anytime once I lose control.”

Keon was the first to walk out of the door and Amir followed suit. Queen Tarah hadn't seen Amira in a couple of days and she was wondering if she was fine. She's asked Anna about her and she'd told her Amira and the baby were doing good , she just wanted to be sure for herself. Tarah decided to see Amira so she decided to go to her room. Queen Tarah was very shocked to see Her son Keon and Amir coming out of Amira's room with heavy faces.

She knew that she didn't have a choice anymore, she had to speak the truth or he would punish her for lying. “Uhm, I don't want to tell you sir. I can show you.” She picked her phone from her bag and then went through it while Donovan watched with interest. Finally, Amira got what she wanted to show him and then gave him the phone. Donovan was surprised to see what was on the phone. His eyes widened and for some reason happiness settled in his belly. “I also have a feeling that she's behind the pictures that leaked. Ariel had always been someone to revenge in that manner and the site that exposed that pictures is also for someone close to Ariel.” Amira explained.

No one had to tell me this project was a failure, I already knew. Did they think we would butt heads with each other cause of bad history or something? We're still just kids, this wasn't the west. No one is going to talk to each other that easily... if they wanted us to they should have made an event to naturally push us together... I don't know how it was for Blacklist, a band of delinquents/musically gifted but we're not and never will be Blacklist. I got a notification from Amara then. She's been emailing me every now and then, but this was the first time she texted me. I pulled up the message holding my phone low only for my blood to freeze.

At 10:34 Theo’s mother posts a public plea on F******k asking people to “pray for her son.” At 10:37 Amara DMs me from a burner account: You think this hurts him? Wait until you see what I have. I open the thread. Amara (10:37): Nice leaks, Liv. But you always were the boring one. All spreadsheets and no spice. Amara (10:38): Remember Stanford? When I “borrowed” your term paper and got the A while you got the B? Good times. Amara (10:39): Or Milan? I didn’t steal that handbag. It was a gift from a client who didn’t want it back. Winks.

Before she could respond, the journalist appeared from the corner drenched, shaking, eyes wide with fear. “Amara,” she gasped, breathless. “You need to know the leak’s already out. The second story’s live. They’re calling it ‘The Reckoning of Silence.’ It’s trending.” Amara’s heart dropped. She took the woman’s phone. On the screen, her own picture filled the page a zoomed-in shot of her and Liam at the exhibit, with the headline: “A Love Rewritten: Amara’s Career Thrives on the Scandal That Broke Her.”

Then some students approached her, their eyes filled with joy. "Hey, Amira, how could you and your sister hide something so big? We had no idea Claudia was Mr. Marini's mistress. That is wonderful..." They screamed in excitement, waiting for her to respond. Amira remained motionless, her eyes widened, and her lips parted in confusion. "What do you mean?" "Audio of Claudia and Mr. Martini making out was leaked, and it spread throughout the school." They giggled and then left, whispering to one another. Then she took out her phone from her pocket and discovered a random audio clip in the school's group chat.

“But it’s the truth. And I’m tired of hiding. Let them see the real me—not the woman in the contract. Not the ex-girlfriend. Not the victim.” Liam hesitated. Then nodded. “We’ll do it together.” --- By morning, their PR team had crafted a statement. But Amara didn’t want scripts. She asked for a microphone. A stool. A camera. Nothing more. The livestream began with no fanfare. Just Amara, sitting in the nursery, surrounded by the soft pastel blues and creams they’d picked out for their daughter. Her belly was visibly round beneath a fitted sweater. Her voice was steady.