Amirah Dyme Novels & Stories

"It's YOUR birthday for a reason. Everyone is supposed to see you and tell right off that you're the celebrant. Get up, come on, let us dance. You owe me one, after all." Rademos sighed heavily and got up somewhat reluctantly. He grabbed his sister on both shoulders and stared into her eyes. "Thanks for the offer, but I think I'd pass, sis." "Rademos, do not spoil my mood. You promised me a dance; you did. I didn't force you to, after all." Mideora's tone was coaxing yet sly. Rademos paused in his tracks and turned around. "Fine, fine, I'll dance with you," he said, and she beamed happily at him. "Just one dance, though," he added.

"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

What were Amira's dreams all about? Who is Princess Amira?

“Layla! I wonder sometimes why exactly I was beginning to like that tyrant of an Alpha Damien . He never does anything besides beat me and whip me. He only shows me concern when he feels like it and then he's back to his normal vicious self soon after." Ariel complained as she bared out all her grievances about Damien. She knew that she had to lie about the status of her relationship with Damien to get more information. Layla thought she was the only one who could play a person like a fiddle? Well watch how I'm gonna beat her at her own game.

lots of love, amara<3