Amish Novels & Stories

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.

He sighed, sweat dripping from his forehead. “I’m okay, Zach. These don't give pain at all.” He replied, his words broken. Nat was a native Spanish just like me, but his English was quite interesting to hear. “Deus is quite an influential, no?” “He is. But he had angered that boxer.” He leaned back on the couch as I patched up his injuries with a bandage. Several tattoos lingering on his bulky chest. “Proud of that boxer though.” I chuckled, feeling somewhat proud for the unknown human.

She was almost my height, just an inch shorter and every time she looked at me I internally cringed. I entered the class to find Alina already in her seat. Her new partner was none other than Brady Hampshire. There weren't enough words in the dictionary to describe how much I hated that fact. Since he returned to school after his little battle with the bees, he's made it his duty to make my life hell. Well, at least he attempted to make it such.

I walked around the town until I spotted the pack’s laundromat. Inside, I found a familiar blonde standing in front of a washing machine, his eyes narrowing as he watched it spin. I walked inside the building and stood beside him. “Marcella, making you wash her panties again?” I asked, turning to face Gabriel. He was one of my few friends in the pack, and like me, he was an Omega. So, we understood each other pretty well. Gabriel turned around, surprise written on his face. “Hey, Michelle, you’re back!”

He wasn’t judgmental about any woman—neither his ex-girlfriend nor Asmaira. He pretends he cares about money, but he’s always been there for his people. Asmaira gazed at the full moon and smiled—a real smile, not one born of duty or to comfort her parents, but simply because she felt joy stir within her. She still distrusted men, but Asher found his place. Not by forcing, not by sympathy—but by being himself and treating her like someone who didn’t need saving. Elsewhere, at the Hashmi mansion, Amaan stared at the moon. Rodriguez’s words echoed, “Ma’am left the mall around midnight and…there was a…man."