Amirah Dyme Novels & Stories

Everyone was at ease, leaving the table with their coffee, and started chatting in Arabic while Amir and Abdellah remained in their seats with me. “Your fiancée is also an author, am I right?” “Yes, Mr. Sahah. A good one.” “Call me Amir. My daughter is a huge fan, and she will finish her secondary in two weeks. I’d really appreciate it if it’s not too much to ask, if Princess Tara can make a five-second video for her as the author.” “What’s her name?” I sipped the qahwa. “Areej,” he even spelled it for me.

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.

the lady looked more like the elderly woman but has slite resemblance with Damien. “Mom.” Damien hug his mother as she kissed his chick.. “How are you son?” She smiled at him as she held his hand. “I'm fine mom… Amaya.” Damien hug the young lady. “Hey big bro... its been a while.” she said as Damien kissed her forehead “Who is this beautiful damsel beside you?”Amaya asked as she looked at Arrya, Damien turn to Arrya and smile.. “This my wife Arrya Adams.” Damien introduce. “Ha. you told me you are married but never said she was way beautiful than Elena” Amaya hugged Arrya excitedly..

She got it on her own, that was good. "Oh, look at Prince Amir," Aliyah said and Dream's eyes went to Amir, he was dancing with a very exotic looking lady. Dream's eyes narrowed as she watched the both of them. It was just a dance but she was already jealous. She loved Amir and seeing him with another person dancing with him. "Who is the lady with him?" Dream asked. She was already pissed that Amir was dancing with another lady just because she was not at the party.

"Good to see you, Damon." "You too." Damon glanced around at the pack grounds, taking in the rebuilt homes, the people moving about with purpose. "The place looks good. You've been busy." "Yeah, well, someone had to keep this side running." Alex grinned. "And Amira's been a huge help. She's basically running half the rebuild herself." "Not half," Amira protested, finally releasing Callie. "Maybe a third." "She's being modest," Alex said. "She's been incredible."

Alexander muttered sadly whilst squeezing his face in disgust. “Who is she?”, Jane asked firmly with her fingers fisted in a tight ball. “Amira Li, your cousin…”

He answered. Amira was sitting in one of her favorite places outside the palace. It's a giant oak tree where she, Agnes, and Jake always there to play when they were young. "I'm Danym. I hope we can be good friends." He said and Amira set her lovely smile. She turned sideways to follow his voice. "Just call me Amira. I don't like people call me princess. It doesn't suit my personality!" She replied. Danym quickly disagrees with her.

She spat out, looking at Antonio in disgust. Antonio looks at her curiously, and she could see the pieces were clicking into place, “Fuck. You are Amaranthe DiMaggio?” he asks her, incredulous, then he shakes his head, “Dimitri’s promised wife.” Amy winces, the reality of his words stung.

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

We hadn't heard Amira's last sentence now for our hearing was stuck on the insult she had thrown at Demeter. "Oh! You better take that back, Amira!" Demeter was enraged that her wolf was coming forward. Amira was just sternly staring at her. She was not even bothered by Demeter's strength. Everyone knew that when they clashed, Demeter would be on the losing side. Amira was the next strongest descendant of the moon goddess, which was the reason why Alectrona weakened her before. "Take it back, Amira. Now!" Demeter growled. Her fur was growing on her skin, and her nails were getting longer, turning into claws.