Amirah Dyme Novels & Stories

The lady said… “Yeah” Ameliah answered shortly, still not understanding why all these people were talking to her all of a sudden. “I’m Ember, nice to meet you…” the new maid said… “I’m Ameliah” Ameliah replied with a smile. “Gosh, you are so cute, and beautiful too, even though you are dressed as a maid. Imagine if you dressed like those elite” Ember said smiling “Shut up Ember!!” Chloe said and hit her head…

"I am Xander Andrews. A straight A student. A web designer, I am extraordinarily creative and competitive. I hate stupid people, and people who think too highly of themselves." "What a show off." Someone said. "Aminat Akash, that is my name. I am a content writer. I speak five different languages. I am known as a genius, I don't lose, I was never brought up to lose out. I am a good swimmer." Ami said proudly. "Seems like Jemima has found a competitor." A guy with blonde hair said, I could see he was checking out Ami. "Shut up Jordan." The girl who called us rough and unkept said. Oh, I guess her name is Jemima.

***POV: Amara*** Imogen, Violet, and I put on the finishing touches. I can’t wait to see the men’s reaction to our outfits. Imogen is wearing a little black dress, with a flirty type skirt, and mesh panels above and below her cleavage. It’s short and sexy while still young, she is just 17 after all. Violet is wearing a slinky sequined number, silver with some abstract black lines through it, and a deep v in the front. Girlfriend looks hot, and I just know Cyrus is going to lose his mind when he sees her.

King Thorvald said, looking at Emily. “Perhaps she is just so far down the line that it cannot be picked up, Lord Dario has never made a mistake,” Queen Amirah said, even though she would want nothing more than to be rid of Lord Dario so that her son, Andre can finally have the woman he has been pinning over for the past four hundred years. At that moment, another man walked in, also wearing a crown followed by a couple more, all from the various supernatural species, and last but not least, prince Deacon, who seemed as if he had better things to do.

But I’m not finished. She would rebuild. She would rise. She would take back her career, her name, her power. And when she stood at the top again, a phoenix from the ashes? She would make them burn. She opened her laptop again, her fingers a blur, this time typing: “Damian Blackwell medical condition”. Before she could hit enter, a soft cough echoed from the doorway. Amara jolted, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. Damian stood there. Tall. Imposing. Dressed in a black turtleneck and tailored slacks, his hair slightly tousled, as if he’d just run a hand through it in a moment of frustration. His silver-gray eyes, sharp and intelligent, locked onto hers.

"Really. There's no need to worry. She's just... Amara." Damien let out a long, heavy sigh, leaning his head back against the headrest. He looked exhausted, not by the work, but by the sheer theatricality of the evening. "Has she always been this attention-seeking? Her whole life?" He paused, a flicker of genuine irritation crossing his handsome features. "Because frankly, it’s annoying. The way she performs every single movement, the way she tries to command the air in the room... it's exhausting to witness."

It then hit me that she didn't want to rip him apart while he wasn't able to defend himself; she wanted it to be a fair fight, not that he gave her the option for a fair fight when he took her a year ago. "Now my dear brothers you would see what me and Mark saw in the dungeon and it's going to be absolutely perfect" Raven gushed next to me with a huge grin on his face, loving every single minute of what was happening. I could only smile and agree with him on that one, especially after feeling the power coming of her just a few minutes before. The alpha tried to look sure of himself but his eyes kept darting between us and her and the fear was evident in his eyes. She slapped him across the c

Amanda begged, which is unusual. This is the first time she heard Amanda say the word: please. “Beta…” However, Dillion remained calm and just watched his attendees beating Cole. Cole took the thrashing blow to blow. At this moment, he was powerless against the man beside Emily. He shrieks, and his mother pleaded with Dillion in tears—the sight that Emily wished to happen as Amanda’s karma. She didn’t know that it would happen this very day. However, even if she despised them to death, she still feels pity for them. She tried her luck and faced Dillon. When their eyes met, she whispered, “please, stop.”

She knew it was studying her, so she held her head up and proudly stared back. It was amusing. Amaryah, who was always so conscious about looks and appearance, is right here in a state. Her white clothes are dirtied with visible red spots on her sleeves because of her bleeding wrist a while ago. The little light spoke again, "You can only summon a scrap of our soul." Amaryah's expression contorted. She wanted to retaliate but it was true. The light then flickered when the little flame danced a bit with the soft wind it made when it moved, trying to look at itself.