Amirah Dyme Novels & Stories

"D -do you think this dress will be fine? I just have a feeling that something isn't quite right. W - what are your thoughts?" As she looked into the large mirror in front of her, the woman in a silver dress, Amira, was having a difficult time concentrating. Daniel's room is currently messy right now, with the decision on what she should wear still being made.

the lady responds, “my name is Amira my lord and on our way here, we have already been briefed on the kind of lives we will be living here” What she said piques my interest and I lean forward, “what kind of life will you be living here?” I inquire again, my eyes never leaving hers. “My lord” Amira went down on her knees, “I am one and eight years old and since the day I was born, my family rejected me because I was not able to wolf out and show my strength to them. Right from the age of ten, I started to train myself and I was lucky enough to wolf out a day ago. If only I heard a aqua blade a little faster, I would have come under your wing”

Jagger growled slightly at the privacy intrusion on Kayda's behalf. "Obviously." I said shortly, not wanting to prolong this conversation. "Eoin, I am serious here. I know that doesn't belong to Amira because I know Amira went back to the Caribbean." he added. "How?" I asked him slightly defeated. " She is a royal siren. I know who is and isn't in my pack lands to ensure their safety. Amira is no normal pack member diplomatically, I need to know her movements." he responded. "So I also know you two called it quits."

THE next day... “What’s your name?” Amara asked the older woman as they walked their way into a small market outside the woods. Wearing a simple nude-colored sweater, a rust-colored skirt flowing below her knees, and a pair of rugged boots, Amara tried to act as normal as she could be. It was a good thing that the human walking beside her has clothes in the closet that fitted her slim body as if those were there solely for her. The cold air blew her brunette curly hair. She tucked some of her hair strands behind her ear as her eyes looked their way.

The other three recited after the first. "Irene!!" The four screamed before enveloping her in a hug and I quickly moved out of the way from the stamping group. The floor shook from their stomping feet. "I'm happy for you. You move fast." The brunette eyed me in the middle of her statement. "I mean, who would have thought you could move so fast. This deserves an award," another one of her friends in a black, backless, sequin dress. "I'm shocked by your behavior young lady, who would have thought," the first lady spoke, leaving her statement to hang in the air

in a flash his finger was deep inside her making her scream in both pain and pleasure. "Ariel came to my room this instant" Damien said to Ariel through the mind Link using his Alpha tone. ______ Damien's words echoed in her head and she Wondered what she had done this time, he had left the Lightroom angrily and now he had mindlinked her to come to his room.

She shrugged nonchalantly. Khadijah was about to object and dive into a long sermon about love when the door to Amirah's room opened and Na'eemah ran in and jumped on the bed hugging Amirah before giving Khadijah a peck. Na'eemah was ten years old, five years younger than her immediate elder sister- Fareedah.

She felt Lymeria’s staring and she smiled at her, “I can’t have someone rescuing me each time.” “Rescue you? Did something happen?” Lymeria asked worriedly. “No, everything is fine.” Amira lied, “I need to get going. I have to open the shop soon and study.” She turned, nearly bumping into Aiden as she did. She met his gaze, feeling as if her knees may cave beneath her, “Thank you for the ride.” She said quickly before moving past him. -----

He trailed after her immediately. “Amira,” Alessa called as she got to her. “Oh, Mrs. Hart.” “It's Ms. Kendall,” Alessa said sternly and Amira looked at Aiden before bowing a little to apologize. “I’m sorry, I had no idea.” She apologized. “Mum, please,” Aiden said but Alessa ignored him. “Amira, where are you from?” Alessa asked. “I grew up in California,” she replied. “How old are you?” she asked.

Atleast I don't have to talk about this dad thing with her right now. Amira shrieks. "Could that be Darren! God! It must be him!" she jumps from the couch. "He can't see me like this! I'm going to shower. You go get the door." She runs blissfully to her bedroom doing the happy dance as she strips off her pajamas. I shake my head as I stand to get the door. I open the door and my jaw drops open. "Cedric!" ^^^^^^^