Amira West Lesbian Novels & Stories

Amira let out a soft sigh, tilting her head as if she were some goddess being worshiped. “You poor women,” she drawled lazily. “So desperate to be kept, yet so afraid to demand. Tell me… when was the last time you swiped your husband’s card without asking?” They looked at each other, guilty, embarrassed but none gave an answer. Amira smirked into the cradle. “Exactly. You play lovers and prisoners at the same time. Me?” She arched slightly under the masseuse’s hands, her bare thighs catching the light. “I play Queen. And queens don’t ask permission.”

Amira let out a whistle, "That's quite the title." Artemis raised a brow at her, "Really? That is the first thing you say after a Goddess introduces herself to you? Interesting." Amira just shrugged, "In all fairness, in my field of work, I'm not entirely fazed anymore when it comes to things like this. I'm Mated to a Werewolf for fucksake."

I asked Amara as soon as she climbed on the bed to join me in sleeping. Amara didn't reply to me, and she turned her back on me, laying on my left side. I neared her, turned her to face me on the bed, and asked, "Can't you speak? Who were you communicating with? A man, right?" "No! Why do you care anyways? She's my girlfriend, the one you saw me at the club with the other day," Amara said, struggling to push my hands away from touching her soft arms. "Really? Are you a lesbian?" I asked, irritated at the way I heard her speaking to the lady sweetly. I remember seeing that lady and how they hugged and chatted.

Doing the thing she had done since she was small when she knew she was in trouble, making herself look as apologetic as physically possible and hoping it helped. It did not help. "How dare you," Amira said quietly. Which was somehow worse than shouting. "I am really sorry..." "You are seventeen, Lena." Amira stepped further into the room. "Seventeen. Your mate is out there somewhere waiting for you. You have one more year before your wolf finds them. One year." She looked at her sister with an expression that was equal parts fury and genuine disbelief. "And you cannot wait one year before you go kissing my ex boyfriend on my couch."

The maiden gasped at the sweet gesture. Then the Dark Queen climbed atop her maiden, getting in between her shapely legs, causing every sensation to intensify. Hades buried her face into Persephone's neck and breasts. It sent a wave of shocking pleasure. once their skin made contact. The maiden craved for Hades more than ever. She enjoyed the goddess's weight above her, the thrilling touches on her skin. It was both delirious and surreal -like a dream within a dream. "I love you, Hades," she blurted, but she did not regret saying it. The goddess's amorous words were hot against Hades's lips, branding them upon her skin. "You are my first joy and my last."

"Get up you lazy girl! I know you haven't done anything, you are just running your mouth. Ya Hamidah just landed at the airport now and Lawal has already gone to bring her, if you like still be asleep when she comes to this house, that's no longer my problem." At the mere mention of Hamidah, Amirah shot up the bed and ran into the bathroom. Amirah was Hamidah's immediate younger sister from Hajiya but from baba, they had Lawal and Samir between them. Hamidah was strict just like her father and Adnan, she never smiled and her words were like a sharp sword, hurting anyone at the recieving end of it's wrath. She was widowed and living in Abuja with one kid, her husband had died three years afte

I knew right then that he was about to embarrass me. "Wait! Are you Pollen, the one from the magazines?" Her smile widened. "That's me. I didn't know you are a fan. Did you hear that, Amanda? Jake here is a fan. Where were you hiding this handsome boy?" He blushed when she brushed his shoulder lightly. I honestly had no idea he had a crush on the imposter here. "Hands off him," I whispered, pushing her hand away. Jake was hypnotized by the witch. "Can I get your autograph? It would make my friend so happy," he commented, taking the napkin and pushing it into her hand.

Amira is Muslim and her beauty is unique. She has olive white skin, deep brown eyes, and brown hair. Judging by her actions and the way she dresses, she doesn’t follow tradition. She came from a prominent family in Mindanao, well- educated and is married to an equally prominent man. As told by my mother, she’s the youngest wife and the most favored. “I bought some fruits while waiting for Sabrina to finish her class. I didn’t know there are some happenings around here.” She was happily

He trailed after her immediately. “Amira,” Alessa called as she got to her. “Oh, Mrs. Hart.” “It's Ms. Kendall,” Alessa said sternly and Amira looked at Aiden before bowing a little to apologize. “I’m sorry, I had no idea.” She apologized. “Mum, please,” Aiden said but Alessa ignored him. “Amira, where are you from?” Alessa asked. “I grew up in California,” she replied. “How old are you?” she asked.

I hear her say, he is no longer my boyfriend and he never touched me" she clarify it and he was back to normal, everything was calm. "Amira" I call her, I am sorry if I hurt you" I whisper... "It's okay" I hear my mate whisper. She moves closer to me. "I Amira sol Jones accept Kelly Leo Lexy as my mate, now and forever," she says and my eyes light up in delight, my wolf howls in joy. “I Kelly Leo Lexy accepted Amira Sol Jones as my mate, now and forever”. Without wasting a bit of time. I quickly wrap my arms around her, moving her more closer to me, I took her lips into mine as I kissed her passionately and she responds back kissing me.