Amira West Lesbian 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.

West teased and I shrugged. I wanted to point out that Martha ended up being a wicked good lay but I couldn't. Fun fact about me, I'm bisexual and love sex. It annoys West but he can't say much. He's straight but he'll fuck any girl that will let him. "Really? That's hot. What did this Martha look like?" Leo said, earning him a slap on the back of his head by Jaden. West sent me a look that said, if they only knew and I shook my head.

Instead, I went to my father—but he forbade me from stepping in, we do not interfere with human ordeals, he had said. I'd still left an anonymous note describing what I had walked in on in the bathroom, but then I found out later that same day that I'd been too late—he was already gone. And those boys? They were only expelled, and that was only because one of them confessed. But, what kind of justice is that? And since when does rape not warrant jail time? Amaris lays down next to the creek in her wolf form, resting her head on her paws, her ears twitching this way and that, likely listening out for any kind of a threat that could be lurking within the coverage the dense forest supplies.

I narrowed my eyes at her but she just pouted. “Here!” Victoria waved at us. Amara dragged me and I lazily let her. There were really times when I turn into a lesbian for a moment just like now. Standing before a 5'6" tall lady wearing black and white fitted jersey shorts and top and a black knee socks. She looked so athletically stunning. “Did I turn you into a lesbian?” Victoria giggled. “For a moment,” I admitted and the four of us laughed including Gugu. “Omg, Tria. You’re so stunning!” Amanda appeared out of nowhere and brushed Victoria’s hair.

Amaria replied. “ Hold on. No, Amaria, no. You want to expose the Queen, are you out of your mind? This person you're talking about is the Queen of Ashmael and the Luna of the most powerful pack in werewolf history, The Moonstone pack. She clearly has a lot of supporters and to be honest Amaria, your plan won't work, you will just get yourself banished completely,” Dove whispered. Amaria glanced at her while she climbed onto her horse and said sternly, “ I know and I don't care, I will still try my best to expose her,” “ Well we will have to try, what she did was a very despicable thing, ” Teresa said and climbed onto Amaria's horse. Elex shrugged, climbed onto his horse and said, “ Even if

the lady responds, “my name is Amira my lord and on our way here, we have already been briefed on the kind of lives we will be living here” What she said piques my interest and I lean forward, “what kind of life will you be living here?” I inquire again, my eyes never leaving hers. “My lord” Amira went down on her knees, “I am one and eight years old and since the day I was born, my family rejected me because I was not able to wolf out and show my strength to them. Right from the age of ten, I started to train myself and I was lucky enough to wolf out a day ago. If only I heard a aqua blade a little faster, I would have come under your wing”

Amira butted in. Morgan watched her with curious eyes as she took a step away from him. He thought she stepped away because she’s not ready yet, however, his lips parted in surprise as he watch her stripped off her dress in front of him. “Tonight, I am not Amira the moon goddess of light and love. Tonight, I am Amira, the luna of Crescent Pack, mate of the alpha, and your wife. You can own me tonight, Morgan.” Morgan’s eyes scanned through the goddess’ beautiful nudity. Every part of her seems to be perfect. Her body is glowing as if the stars traced their way to her every curve but it was still not enough to give justice to this beautiful scenery in front of him.

Needed to find out what Leon was really after. The east wing. That's where the answers would be. Amira closed her email, deleted the messages from her phone, and sat in the dark, thinking. Tomorrow, she'd smile for Vivienne. Play the perfect wife. But soon—very soon—she'd find a way into that locked wing. Even if it meant crossing lines she'd never thought she'd cross. Because whoever had sent those messages was right about one thing: Leon wasn't who she thought he was. And she was done being the only person in this marriage who didn't know the truth.

"He cannot be so enamored with you as you claim, showering another woman with such ardor, let alone his ex-wife. So, my dear, stop deluding yourself with the idea that he loves you." "Your words hold no weight," Amira scoffed, irritated. "What do you know about love? I wager you've never truly been loved yourself. You're nothing but a lecherous prostitute and a hired killer." She let out an exasperated huff. Linda's expression softened, feigning to be affected by Amira's accusations. "You are right. I am simply a cold-hearted woman who only cares for two things - money and myself. I sell my body for money, I entertain men for profit, and I murder for a fee. Yes, I have never experienced true

All then seemed to have evaporated into a black hole before my heart pumped me awake. Until then, before I knew it, I'm living the years of my life as the Luna of the Werewolves whole empire, Lumina, only by becoming the Alpha King's wedded wife- a title I'm most shameful of having. But I know that there's still more than what the eyes see. ***** "The letters have arrived, my lady." "What type?" Claude looked at me in confusion while I busied myself completing the reports from the border lands. "What do you mean what type? Are you expecting any other letters except for invitations and requests for an audience?"