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“Are you going to knock or stand there drooling?” It doesn’t take long for a woman, not much younger than me, to open the door. She introduces herself as Amber, the Beta’s daughter. She lingers in our handshake for too long. Her touch feels like tiny needles stabbing my hand. It’s uncomfortable, to say the least. I politely pull away and scan the room.

I thought it was Iqra but when I saw it was a girl and she looked exactly like Amu, just little features were changed. Who is she ?? "Meet my daughter, Ira," Amu said. "What! Then who is she ???" I asked. "She is a friend of Ira and she is the same for me as Ira. She is Aayana." Amu said. I hug Ira. She is looking pale. Maybe because of Amu's state. ....... Finally I saw Amira, my Amu. But she is going to leave me soon. Why is this happening? Amu doesn't deserve death now. But we can't change our fate. Never. ..........

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

He looked to have gotten over whatever argument they had before I arrived. “Good morning, Nova,” Amaya began, her low, husky voice dripping with disdain. She scrunched her nose, like the place was smelling, reeking of me, perhaps? “I trust you've considered our proposal.” She slid a sleek, black folder across the table, the Elite logo emblazoned on it in silver.

/“Please yourself, Umiko. You have all the right in the world to do that.” Could I really do it? Surely he will smell my arousal and know what I have done. /“But he won’t know that he was the one you thought about,”/ she says, huffing. /“I don’t know… I wouldn’t even know what to do in the first place,”/ I say, my cheeks blazing with embarrassment. Ahmya tuts. /“Lay down on the bed and spread your legs without your undergarments; I’ll explain everything to you,”/ she says. I nod and do as she instructs me, besides what could go wrong?

The memories made with Daffa are so beautiful, help Aiys forget the traces that were painted. "Aiys, help me," sister Amel's voice broke Aiys's reverie. Amel, the only sister Aiys has is currently studying in college. "Yes sis," said Aiys. "Why long answer? Move it these books into the cupboard!" Aiys saw a pile of books that rippled the river, starting from Bobo magazines, magazines down and down from little Amel. "Everything is neatly arranged, don't mess it up," said Amel with a tucked hips.

" It was something that doesn't usually happen to others. Amy picked up another artefact and tried to concentrate on its energy. A new place. She was in hell. Hot burning lavas and crimson flames surrounding her. She was sitting on what seemed like a throne made out of the bedrocks of this place. She was scared as hell. But one thing was for sure. She didn't feel the heat from the magma, she was unharmed. The ball of energy appeared in front of her and then she opened her eyes. She read the description.

" Shaurya looked at her and smiled. ◽◽◽▪️▪️◽◽◽▪️▪️◽◽◽ Hello lovely people, here I am once again with a new story. This is the story of Shaurya Singh ,a young handsome man. I will not say more.....To know more you have to join me in his journey. I hope you guys will shower your love on this story as you did on my previous book "Untainted soul that suffered. " So are you guys ready?

I sat on her waist, trying to contain her thrashing legs. “Get off me, you crazy bitch!” she screamed, her hands clawing at my arms. I grabbed a fistful of her sleek, straight hair and yanked. Her scream this time was piercing, raw. Running footsteps. Ama skidded into the kitchen, her eyes wide with horror. “Aunty! Madam! Stop!” She tried to wedge herself between us, but we were animals now, locked in a primal struggle, our grips unbreakable. Ama looked frantically between us, then turned and fled at the sound of a car horn blaring from the driveway.

Chapter 3 AMARA POV The truth doesn’t wait for permission...It finds you, whether you’re ready or not. When my eyes fluttered open, and adjusted to the sun rays illuminating the room, everything hurt. My head throbbed like someone hit me with a stone. My body felt like it was on fire. Not fire. It was missed. It felt hot, cold, burning and numb. I blinked and looked around, trying hard to take everything in at once. Everywhere felt so new to me.