Amouranth Shorts Novels & Stories

He stood over her, chest rising and falling, desire raw in his gaze. Slowly, he pulled his shirt over his head, muscles shifting under tanned skin. Jasmine’s breath caught at the sight: broad shoulders, hard chest dusted with dark hair, abs tight and defined. “Like what you see?” he teased, voice hoarse. She bit her lip, nodding. “Come here.” He knelt between her legs, hands running up her thighs, pushing the fabric of her shorts higher. His mouth followed, kissing along the sensitive skin, tongue flicking teasingly.

he murmured under his breath, a faint smile playing on his lips. Amara continued her cautious movements, putting on the underwear beneath the shirt. When she finally took off the shirt, she put on the dress, sleeveless coral dress that reached her knees. Ruffles adorned the rim and the neck, adding a touch of innocence to the ensemble. Rhys felt the remnants of anger dissipate. He couldn't deny the allure she possessed, the way she controlled him. Amara turned around to face Rhys and met his amused gaze with a hint of shyness. The delicate dress clung to her curves, a stark contrast to the vulnerability in her eyes.

Mia. I sat at my vanity after changing my outfit for the fifth time and I kept looking at myself and wondering if this one was the right outfit for the day. I was in a white off-shoulder top with a delicate lace trim that fell loosely over my torso. The fabric was lightweight and breathable, perfect for a warm day at the beach. I paired the top with high-waisted denim shorts that hug my curves just right. The shorts are frayed at the hem, giving them a slightly worn-in, vintage look.

Just like how Mrs Anderson predicted, Her daughter was held hostage by the cult people. Those people wore black costumes with pointed hoods, just like what we saw in movies. It was eerie and obnoxious. The girl's muffled whimpers were evident, how scared and helpless she was. The little desperation of getting saved by her superheroes might be only in dreams. She was caged for almost a week by now. The hands that should be holding flowers were cruelly tapped by the harsh ropes. She was beaten by those monsters, it seemed, by seeing those purple marks on her pure skin.

By, Tamar writes 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐓 ✮•✮•✮•✮ ••MAID'S HEADQUARTER•• Amour finished changing her wet clothes to one of the new clothes from Aurelio. It was a pair of hoodie with shorts, she looked really cozy and cute in it. "Amour" Rexton called from behind and Amour immediately hastened her foot steps without turning back.

Amore smiled at Nathan and then look at Goth. “Love this is Goth… He will be your bodyguard from now on.” Nathan said, “What? Why? I…I can…” Amore looked at Nathan, wanting to argue but when she saw Nathan lifting one of his eyebrows, she knew she would lose this battle. “Okay… fine…” Amore started fidgeting with her hands. Then looked at Goth. “Hello, Goth, I'm Amore. Nice to meet you.” Goth has green eyes, blond straight long hair that was tied into a ponytail, he wore a white T-shirt with blue denim and was very muscular build.

Even with this dreary weather, it’s hard for me to be in a sour mood when I’m with Damiem especially when he’s being so playful. “What about these?” I ask him, picking up a practical pair of lace-trimmed cotton boyshorts. Everything in here is so expensive; it was the first pair of underwear I spotted with a semi-reasonable price tag, which would also fit comfortably. “Well, not really my color. I need something to bring out my eyes,” he winks. “Not for you! Me, silly!” He strolls over and takes the pair of panties from me. He rubs the modest fabric between his fingers and inspects the delicate stitching. “Nope,” he shakes his head.

After that, a comfortable silence fell over them, until Amara, finished with her makeup and hair, stood up and stood by the mirror to examine herself. It wasn't anything too much, but appropriate enough to be worn on a date. “You sure look stunning, Mara.” Melanie complimented, her eyes roaming over Amara’s attire, which was a pair of white denim shorts and a black tank top. “Thank you, so I’ll see you tomorrow?” “Sure. Bye.” With that, he call ended and Amara walked out of her room, letting Martha know that she was stepping out and possibly spending the night out, before she left.

I push it open. Amara’s sitting on my bed, one leg crossed over the other, her phone in her hand. She’s wearing one of those tiny sleep shorts that barely cover her ass and a tank top that’s more strap than fabric, her dark hair damp like she just got out of the shower. The screen of her phone glows against her face, but she doesn’t look up as I step inside. “Close the door,” she says, her voice low. “Wouldn’t want Lila to hear, would we?”

Just her, her daughter and Amir, the love of her life. Her heart started beating as she wrestled into the Ankara gown Amir brought out for her. It matched his nude khakis and Janaan's mustard coloured pretty shirt and jean shorts. The Ankara took the whole colours, from nude, to mustard yellow and little trace of brown. It is sewn in an open flay gown that has pleats and two pockets on each side of it. She slipped brown slippers, tied the head tie in a simple turban and took brown veil to match her outfit. She didn't bother taking any bag, just slipped her phone and keys into her pockets. She can get all she wants there for Anaan in Afrah's room so she need not worry.