Amirah Dyme の小説・ストーリー

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.”

she cried, and Javier picked her up and twirled her around. “This is Zuleima,” he said to me. “She’s six. Zuli, I want you to meet a very good friend of mine, Tio Adam.” She smiled shyly and then looked down at Javier’s shoulder. “That’s a very pretty dress,” I said. It was decorated with white snowflakes. “Are you a princess? Because you look an awful lot like Princess Elsa.” “I do!” she said, and she smiled at me. Another girl, a couple of years older with a mass of dark curls, rushed forward, and Javier managed to scoop her up in his other arm. He introduced me to her; she was Ariella. “A to Z,” I said to Javier.

Damien accepted the hand shake, before enduring Kelvin to show them to the party and the room arranged for them, he had something else to do. "My subordinate will keep you entertained, thank you." Damien remarked before leaving, he didn't stay behind to continue chatting. ..... Amara was busy typing on her phone at the roof top,she was done with the party for today, all she wanted was to go home and get some needed relaxation. To Mara: "On my way back to your apartment, spare me the lectures already." Amara was not particularly lucky with friendships but she was grateful to have made friends who could help her get into places, events etc. She would just carry out one more search before leavi

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

Damian walks to his car. He opened it and drove to the direction of his company when he saw Amelia who was sitting down on one of the benches at the park near the hospital. He stops the car and silently observes her. Amelia was not in a good state. She had dark bags under her eyes, a deathly pale complexion because of her vomiting and she also slightly lost weight. Damian pulls his phone from his pocket and dialed the number of his private secretary. "Find everything about a girl named Amelia Reinhart. I want every single detail about her" he orders and then hung up his phone without hearing his secretary's reply.