Amirah Dyme Novels & Stories

stern and cold. Besides him stood a lady in her mid forties, wearing an emerald sequenced dress. She had a huge warm smile on her face - I bowed my head deeply, acknowledging her presence. "I was tangled up in something - but I'm here now." - I answered,my voice not betraying a single emotion. "You must be his wife - it's a pleasure meeting you. You look so lovely tonight" - I smiled slightly, casually flattering the lady. "Yes, thank you. I'm Mariam and I'm flattered to meet your acquaintance" - she giggled like a shy girl in her mid twenties.

Damascus also did not want a partner to tie him down when he still had a number of years as Gabriel's second in command. As if in answer, he saw a bright red dress flash across the dance floor. Amara was headed to the main stage. She got the crowd’s attention and began to rattle off about the banquet and thank those who contributed and had given donations. Damascus was not paying attention to her words so much as he was admiring her appearance. The red dress conformed to her figure perfectly. Extenuating all of her in a positive way. Although Damascus admitted to himself, she could wear a garbage bag, and he would still think her the most beautiful woman in the room.

I replied slowly, my gaze turned to the door before returning to him, His lips curled into an amused smirk. “Maybe not, but I am” “I see” “Okay,” His eyes are watching me. None of us is breaking the silence, his lips slowly spread into a smirk like he got me figured out. Deciding to be bold, I spread my hands forward. His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands.

Carl could see the pain in his friend’s eyes and he tried to console him and take his mind of that topic “you know, one day, your wishes are going to come through but will revenge or hurting the person who did this lessen your pain, fir the sake of your daughter move on" there was a long pause before Carl said “now, how about you tell me all about that woman of your dreams" “oh, come on, is that what we’re calling her now, her name is Amber and she is my PA.

If looks could kill, they have obliterated her at that moment. "Hello." Amira cleared her throat. "My name is Amira Haddock and I'm from the Hunter's Organization." A hush of anger filled the room. "I know that doesn't sound right." She quickly went on. "Especially in this setting, but..." She lowered her gaze to the podium. "Things are different now. Things are changing." She shut her eyes and for an instance felt the familiar motherly and fatherly warmth of her parents beside her.

Though all the portals to the dark realms had been sealed shut Kimora may have returned or not have left in the first place… "Lucky for us, that was over twenty years ago if I'm not mistaken. The last account of Kimora may have been a mistake if you ask me" Jade tosses a ball and catches it mid air, heaves a huge sigh and confessed; "You've said this story like a million times and no matter how many times I hear it, it is still thrilling to hear it once again". "Jade, all is not what it seems and that's why you are trained to control positive energy and not dark matter in case it returns we will be prepared" said Hentai.

Darren explained. “Oh yes. That. I was so caught up in the whole mate introductions.” André quickly explained. “Amelia is a Gamma heir from Madonie who can see when magic is being used to catch you up. Darren had her identify the afflicted at the holding cells to use a potion Bisnonna made to counter it.”

And they all wanted to be there to honor her memory and to celebrate her life. Amira had chosen a beautiful location for the celebration, a meadow at the edge of the village. It was a place of natural beauty, with lush green grass and tall, swaying trees. There was a gentle breeze that blew through the leaves, and the sun was shining down on the gathering. The meadow was filled with color and life, and it was the perfect place to celebrate Amira and Derrick's lives. The meadow had been a special place for Amira, and she had always loved spending time there. And now, it was the perfect place to celebrate her memory.

I lay beside him and wrapped my arms around his waist. A few minutes later, there's a knock at the door. I stood up and opened the door. A woman was standing outside, and she smiled at me. She looks in her thirties, but I know better than that. Supernaturals look young even though they are already a hundred years old. "Hello, Princess Calla, I'm Amara. Did Prince Amir call me? " "Ah, yes. Please come in. " She smiled and stepped inside, only to pause for a few seconds when she saw Amir's appearance.

Emma shook her head. Pure smiled at the nonchalant way she provided a warning for his sister. Unlike everyone else in Primal, Emma was not brainwashed. She had a strong sense of individuality and only believed what she deemed true. This did not mean she was stubborn, it only meant that she would do whatever she was asked or made to do even if she did not believe in it. Her heart was always clear about the things she did. And that was why he fell in love with her.