Amish Novels & Stories

Amos respectfully bowed his head to greet Azalia. He was a man with red eyes and dark hair, just like Adom people were known for, with the exception of his rather medium height and his lack of impressive muscles all Adom men usually proudly showed off. It made Azalia wonder if he was purely Adom, or if he was mixed with another race without having any visible characteristics to prove it. "The pleasure is all mine." Azalia politely answered Amos. She almost thought she saw his red eyes turn black for a few instants, but couldn't be sure because of how fast it had happened.

With a sigh, he took out his phone and was about to place an order for dinner when his doorbell rang. Amish wasn’t expecting any guests. He stood up wearily and stretched his hands. Then, he walked to the door and looked through the peephole. An irrational fear gripped his chest when he saw two uniformed police officers standing outside. One of them was tall and muscular, a neatly trimmed moustache sitting on his otherwise clean-shaven face. The shorter one had a bushy moustache and the air of polished obeisance about him. The muscled officer rang the doorbell once more and Amish opened the door.

Ruby goes very still. Lucien’s jaw tightens. “What did you do?” Elias turns, finally meeting Lucien’s eyes. “I invested.” The silver flares,not outward, but inward, like a fist clenching around my heart. “You tied yourself to Hallowpine,” I whisper. “Yes,” Elias says. “Through churches. Through charities. Through the careful funding of systems that people believed were neutral.” Gideon recoils like he’s been struck. “You...” “I fed the town,” Elias interrupts calmly. “I stabilized it. I made myself necessary.”

The grumpy old fae answers on the first ring. "What now Aiden? You have my ass so busy I had to hire another crew to take on some of my other clients." Amos grumbles. But if I say I'm hiring someone else for a job; he bitches my ass out and insists he's the one doing it.

We were fine for another few days, until I handed him a lease for a pushcart vendor that I’d worked hard to negotiate. I just needed his signature to seal the deal. “Patriamos?” he asked. “The word doesn’t mean anything.” “It’s the name of his organization,” I said. “Do you know what Birthright is for Jews?” “That group that gives college kids a free trip to Israel?” I nodded. “That’s what his group does. They give Cuban-American teenagers and college kids an all-expense-paid trip to Cuba for a week so they can get in touch with their roots. The profits from their merchandise sales go to support the programs.”

the black-haired one said and pointed at the one beside her. "Maids?" Amelia said, confused. "Yes, madam, maids. We'll take care of you, dress you, and fix your hair, and fix your room, and many more" Maisy said and smiled at Amelia. "I see," Amelia said and smiled at the both of them. "Nice to meet the both of you," she said and offered her hand to them. Helga and Maisy looked at each other, surprised at Amelia's action. Maisy was the one who shook hands with Amelia first and then Helga.

he replied with a dull expression. “What if they aren't able to complete it,” Diana asked “ Then they shall be banished from the pack and will be considered as Rogues, it is the law, there's nothing I can do about it ”Theon replied, Diana, nodded and said, “ Yes, My king, I understand ” *** Five days later … Amaria and her allies finally reached Oake - the capital of Ashmael and the largest town in Ashmael. They walked through the path without being noticed, it was like the people around there couldn't care less about who they were.

I was just asking him if he's a priest and he retorted by asking me if I'm a prostitute. "I'm sorry but I'm a little bit lost here, what are you talking about?" I asked the man. "You wouldn't believe it but I just made $1000 for one client only. There's a weird priest inside that Abbey, he's willing to pay you money if you play along with his fetish. At first, I thought the priest was gay and he wants to have sex with me but then he just asked me to wear this ugly black cassock, he then cut my palm using his fucking teeth and sip my blood like he was so thirsty. I know it's fucking weird but I don't care anymore as long as I'm getting paid with it." The man told me and I don't know why but t

She was a runner, and he enjoyed chasing after her. When Jamie crossed the tree a few steps inside the boundary marked by the smoking fire, she stopped. Ash noticing this growl victoriously, thinking he had won and finally caught up. Then he saw the sign etched on the tree, a bat's wing and full moon, and his paws were suddenly planted to the ground in an attempt to keep his figure from crossing into the vampire's territory. Joshua and Deidran also skidded to a stop.