Amirah Dyme Novels & Stories

The gentleman interrupted Amir. “We've been expecting you” a woman's voice made the turn. She was a beautiful woman, not even 40 years old, with a sublime face and large green eyes. Her jet-black hair made her golden skin glow. A huge smile o n her face, a s she welcomed the Mobareks. “Mrs. Adhara Romij-Alec, coordinator of the Arts Department and wife of this fine gentleman” she made a funny gesture with her hand, pointing at Dr. Kaibah. “I've heard s o many good things about you two. Welcome!”

If it turned out that Alpha Williams was a good man, then I honestly had no idea how to handle that, I had only ever known control and punishments, orders and suffering, how exactly would a kind man act? “Amara?” Mrs H’s voice called down the hallway, her voice echoing off the stone walls in the mostly empty corridor before she stepped into the space and eyed me from top to toe. “You look beautiful.” She smiled softly, her eyes were glossy again, but she didn’t look sad this time. Content maybe. My eyes found the mirror again. It was amazing what a dress could do, it fit like a glove, highlighting curves I hadn’t known I possessed and flaring out from my hips.

She did her best in you, but she was still late. Amelia crept through the underbrush, hood pulled low, her small lantern barely cutting the dark. Her steps were hesitant, the same way they always were when guilt weighed her down. Her heart raced as if she was trying to hide, but I saw right through her. Pathetic. When she finally stepped into the clearing, her eyes found me immediately. Fear flickered there, quick and raw, before she bowed her head. “Alpha Darius,” she murmured. “You called for me and asked for me to attend.”

aunty lydia said as she handed amara some money. This was actually the first errand amara was willing to go to from her heart. She collected the money, smiling from ear to ear as she walked out. "You know her?" Mrs Justice asked aunty lydia. "Yes oh. She works for me" "Well i know her too. She comes to my house to fetch water. Amarachi is her name"Mrs Justice stated. Suddenly Lydia's eyes widened. "Wait oh! You mean you are Mrs Justice? Chief Justice's wife"

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

Seth yells at them, taking charge. I take a deep breath, practically choking on his intoxicating scent. I walk up next to Seth, my chin high. Amara mutters out a weak no, and my eyes snap to her. Both are supporting her weight; she’s pale, she’s thin, and her head is completely lulled back as if she doesn’t even have the strength to hold it up. And my own mate was one of the ones who did this to her. “My name is Samirah; this is Damon. We’re the leaders of the resistance against Silas. We will hand her over, but you must hear our case.” the female says

The dress was adorned with intricate metalwork, swirling patterns that accentuated her curves. As she stood in front of the mirror, another maidservant approached, carrying a velvet box in her hands. She opened the box, revealing a silver tiara, studded with diamonds and sapphires. The maid carefully placed the tiara on the Alpha's head, arranging her hair around it until it was perfect. Then, she stepped back and gave a respectful bow. Emma looked at herself in the mirror once more, and she felt ready to face her future.. The doom and Fall of her Enemies.

*** POV: Leah Darkwood Leah was biting her lower lip so hard to keep her raging wolf while looking at the woman who stole the limelight that was supposed-to be hers. She could already taste the blood from her lip for her forceful reaction. She let out her injured lower lip and clenched her jaw so hard – her hands were firmly curled into a balled fist. Tamara Davis. So, you are Tyra Amaris, huh? She couldn’t believe that what her mother was looking for was just under their noses.

She gulped as a name crossed her mind, her thoughts flicker to and fro before she threw her pride and Aracely's ego out the window and dialed the number, the only person she was sure could get them out of this mess and help find Aracely Ariel ************** Aramide was in the middle of getting her make up done when her personal assistant barged in saying something about how someone was asking for her and it was from AA. Her eyes snapped in the woman's direction as a feeling played at the pit of her stomach, it was a feeling of anticipation and fear at the Same time, when the one thing you have craved for all your life is literally knocking on the door and now you are debating whether or not

I did not like the jealousy burning through my core. Amirah and the man approached us first, trailed by the rest of the party. She was so beautiful that I realized my mouth had fallen open slightly. I closed my jaw self-consciously. It may have been shallow to think, but I couldn’t imagine how I ever could have rejected this woman if I had known just how attractive she would become. Amirah was wearing a red dress with a cream-colored jacket. The warm color set off the golden undertones in her coppery skin, complemented perfectly by a tasteful gold necklace and earrings.