Amirah Dyme Novels & Stories

No matter how frail she looked or felt, she was still every inch the lady. ‘I’m so pleased to meet you,’ Amira said, and took Diyannah’s thin hand in both of her own. Once inside, Diyannah arranged for refreshments to be brought to the main salon, chattering with Amira about women’s things while Abdullah’s mind roved over his arranged meeting with Omer Ibrahim next week. He’d been amazed that his half-brother had agreed to meet with him; it had given him hope. Perhaps Omer Ibrahim really would see sense. Perhaps he would call the referendum.

I blurted out. Her eyes scanned me from head to toe, obviously judging me based on my appearance for a few more seconds. She uncrossed her arms and legs and thereafter walked closer towards me. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Demiana, Damien's first boss and older sister. I design beautiful and elegant clothes that match each one of my clients perfectly, not for free. But for you, I'll be willing to make exceptions." She smiled sweetly, revealing those deep dimples and I noticed the freckles that seemed to have been sprinkled below her eyes and around her cheeks.

The young male smiled too and whispered, "How was she like?" "Oh." Jihae shook her head. "Such a wonderful creature. She was kind, caring and honest with everyone." she sighed. "She risked her life for you and for all the Gemmas. She was willing to do anything to protect you from Adalis. She is a brave woman." "She did help me a lot." Jimmy nodded. "She was always by my side even though she was in danger." he sighed. "I'd like to meet her." "Then go!" Jihae said. "Don't waste your time here. Your home is Fantasia."

Amy said with her hands clasped together, her eyes were shining while looking at Amelia. Amelia had her long curly brown hair braided and tied in a half knot with small flowers attached to the braid. The dress that she chose showed her prominent collarbones and subtly revealed her evident curves. She wore dainty accessories that complimented the dress and on her left finger was the ring that Damian gave her. Because she already had a natural beauty, she only wore light makeup. Truly, Amelia looked like a fairy who descended on the human realm. "Madam Lia! You're really beautiful! Just like a princess!" Maisy commented loudly.

Was I not enough? That was when the door swung open, and in breezed the hurricane herself—Amira. Amira never just entered a room. She swept in like she owned the air, her red curls bouncing, oversized sunglasses perched on her head even though we were indoors. She had on a short black skirt, a blouse tied at the waist, and heels that announced her arrival before she even said a word. “You’re late again,” I said dryly, leaning back in my chair. “And I bet you’re still hungover.”

I had expected more friction, more effort to understand, but instead, he had spoken, firmly, and confidently. “Amira will see you out,” I added with a diplomatic smile, already easing back into my chair, the weight of diplomacy thick around my shoulders. As I pressed my manicured fingers against my temple, trying to soothe the dull ache forming behind my eyes, I watched Amira, who had returned a few hours from her earlier assignment—her tailored amber suit immaculate, her stride swift but calm, escort the young delegates from Chiongan out of the glass conference room. Chiongan: a growing tech nation from far-off Asia. They wanted to partner with Astria to support youth-driven NGOs. It was go

"My name is Dylan." The guy shouted through the music. I smiled at him and nodded my head, telling him I heard what he said. "I'm Carmela." He pulled me by my waist and I yelped at his action. His arms snaked around my waist making me stiff under his touch. He smiled at me, not a scary nor friendly smile.

"Did you just talk to me in your teacher voice?" "Sure did," Christiana shot back. "Step onto the platform. Let's look at the merchandise.". Taking a breath, Amiriam obeyed and twirled in front of the mirror, amazed that she was even more lovely out here than she had been in the dressing room. She looked over at her sisters to see that both of them had their hands pressed over their mouths, and their eyes were wrinkled at the corners as if their pride and joy were nigh bursting at the seams.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

" Sister Ame, you should be careful of that woman. For some reason, I feel like she doesn't have good intentions, even her behavior is odd. As if she is up to something. Please look out for yourself " Amelia nodded as she picked up the sweet donut and put it on her plate. " Whether she had the bad intention or bad behavior, if she again bump into me, I will surely gonna pour so much water on her ", Said Amelia in a narcissistic tone. Arsha was ready with her plan. And her target was none other than Damian, the new kind of Lycan empire. With a seductive innocent smile on her face, she approached Damian who was standing in the corner and having some discussion with his brother.