Amirah Dyme Novels & Stories

Now they watched her the way people watched a gathering storm on the horizon, waiting anxiously to see what it would destroy when it finally arrived. A sudden knock interrupted her heavy thoughts. Before she could respond, the door opened slightly. Luna Miriam entered the room with quiet grace. She was Ryan’s aunt, one of the oldest and most respected wolves in the entire pack. Aria straightened immediately, surprised by the late visit. “Miriam.” The older woman offered a small, gentle smile. “I could not sleep.” Aria almost laughed at the shared admission. “Neither could I.”

"Shoot." There wasn't any reason to mince words. "When's Diamond back on stage?" The girl appeared disappointed as she moved down the length of the bar. She leaned over, grabbed a piece of paper, and returned. "Friday and Saturday." "Full shifts?" Her tongue ran across her bottom lip, and she arched an overplucked brow. She had to be kidding if she thought I would give her more for that. "What's your name?" "Nevaeh."

"When we are alone, you can call me Damien." "I am nothing but a lowly servant. I can't call you by your name." I said pleadingly and he cocked a brow. "You didn't consider your status when you asked me to dance." I was considering telling him I was dared to, but I didn't know how he'd react to it so I just blankly stared at him. "What is your name and whose daughter are you?" "I'm Amaira," My voice was shaky as I answered him. "I'm the personal slave of Miss Audrey, daughter of the Alpha of Moon Claw's pack. I don't have a family... I'm just a common Omega. Please let me go now."

Amyra paused for some seconds, staring at him speechlessly, how could he tell her not to die when he was probably waiting for the day he'd kill her? "Not until I do so myself, where is the fun in that if I chop off an already decayed body"Dexter said and a frown formed on her amyra's face, her forehead forming three little thick lines. "But I can come to your room right?, anytime I want?"Amyra asked, working as a maid in Dexter's mansion wasn't hard because she had never seen him before, it was only the head maid who always talked about him anytime she helped the head maid in preparing some food.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

I furrowed my brow, “Excuse me?” She gently slapped her forehead, “I am so sorry. I am Aamira. I am your dress designer.” I breathed a sigh of relief, “Oh goddess! You would not believe the morning we’ve had. Please come in.”

It was as if she was one of the lights that glow at every pace she makes, bound in the boundary of luminous power. Tatiana felt she should kneel and wait for orders like she was facing a great general, ancient mage, or a king equal to the Alpha. "Say my name..." her soft voice was like a hymn keen to a piece of dominant music that wants someone to heed. Tatiana felt obliged to do so and something clicked in her mind... a name that was once uttered by her. "Aurora..." "Yes," Tatiana can imagine that she's smiling albeit with the flickering gleam draped on her face. "I am Aurora, the twin sister of the Moon Goddess. Tatiana, I'm the one who dragged you here."

"I'm Amara Louise Lexecavriah, 25 years old." "You're 25 years old? I thought you're just 18 or something. You're small, too." Amara glared at him and pulled the tiny hair on his chest that made him groaned a bit. "Damn you! Do I look like a kid to you?! Hindi mo ba nakikita 'tong katawan ko?" She removed the comforter that is wrapped on her body. "Is this the kid that you're talking about, huh?" she said almost bragging while referring to her boobs that is now exposed in front of him.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

Finally she smiled at me and then forward, Sarah placed her bag in the chair that I was offering her a while ago. She reached behind me and started to arrange the pillows for me, I leaned forward trying to give her some space. Though my back hurt I didn't say a thing at all and tried to be patient was her, after all the way she was acting was new but as Amelia Rose I love taking advantage of people's care. "Thanks " I said leaning back against the comfortable pillows after she had finished. Sarah Hilton looked at me then took her hand bag off the stool before looking at me again " it's nothing, am actually glad that you did let me do that. Am going now "