Aphmau And Her Friends Novels & Stories

They didn’t know about my magic, and they damn sure didn’t know that staying hidden was all that kept me safe. I threw aside the flap of the canteen and strode inside. I held up my hand when the bartender checked to see who entered. “Tequila,” I shouted over the noise. “Two.” I held up two fingers and kept walking toward the table in the back. Said table was filled with my ranger pals. They watched me come in hot. Mutt pushed out a chair with his foot. He was the shortest of my friends at five-eleven, with red hair, green eyes, and heart-stopping muscles. His smile was killer along with his handling of a M16 rifle. I had no idea how he got his nickname, but they all had one. Mine was stupid

Shaking my head I push myself up off of the wall and begin to walk out over to the girls who look completely and utterly exhausted, well except Naomi who looked like she was doing a little dance smiling to herself. “Someone is in a good mood” I teased and she looked back over at me and ran up giving me a hug. “Thank you for pushing me Amara” she whispered next to my ear and I smiled genuinely, her joy practically radiating off of her to me which was something that I definitely needed at the moment. “I’m happy that it is all working out” I smile as she steps back and then looks at me expectantly causing me to pause feeling a little bit confused by her expression.

Violet huffs "You were meant to," Amara shoots back, getting off my lap and pulling me in for a kiss. I get up with her and walk over to the other side of my desk, hugging my sisters. "Well, I have a surprise for you, so why don't you wait another hour," I say back to my mate. Fearing that she'll go back into a dark hole when we got home, I stole her friend Sophie's number from her phone and contacted her. She was more than willing to come to see Amara. A couple omega and warriors are on their way with her this second.

Friends Forever Amar come along with Rio carrying a lot of chili rice that he bought earlier at the restaurant where he ate. Amar bought thirty portions of sambal rice. Before he entered Kalf's room, Amar gave twenty portions to the doctors and nurses on duty. He is sure that they must be hungry for taking care of so many patients. Amar enters Kalf's room. He was very surprised when he find out that his best friend had woken up. Even though the clock still shows three in the midnight.

“Sure, why not? I wouldn’t have the guts to approach you if it wasn’t okay, right? Plus, we’ve been watching you for a while now, you swim like a kid, and you’re beautiful too.” “Like a kid who swims? Should I be offended?” She said with a frown, and the girl laughed before pulling her by the arm. Amara didn’t even have time to complain or put on her oversized t-shirt and shorts to cover the extra skin showing because of her tiny bikini. “Hey, guys! This is Amara! Amara, these are my friends. I won’t go into all their names.” She said, laughing. Amara laughed too. There were eleven people in the group, including Kaye—five women and six men.

Not fear—something else. Something deeper. The weight of it. The rightness of it. These girls, these women—they weren’t just voices. They were beacons. They’d survive dictators, floods, censorship, war. And now they had each other. One night, I stayed late after a panel. I found a seventeen-year-old named Amira sitting in the courtyard, scribbling in her notebook. She looked up and smiled, shy. “You’re Emma. From the Fellowship.” I smiled back. “Guilty.”

I wonder what's with the long face . Me : Sweetheart Amahle : What do you want ? And the attitude , what did l do wrong now ? Me : Babe are you ok Amahle : Don't you dare call me that or you can as well use it to call that thin ugly betty Was lost , didn't get what she was saying . Me : Who is that ? Amahle : Nxaa , now you are playing dull with me . The girl who were holding hands with at the mall yesterday Me : I didn't go to the mall yesterday

“The difference between the bloodlines is staggering. One looks like a gorgeous forest prince, while the other looks like a rogue ghost that crawled out of a silver grave.” “I get the mafia game now—Amara is the star, the main act of the Mensah Clan. Rapha? He is just the punchline. The tragic joke everyone tunes in to laugh at.” The digital chat room, restricted to cold lines of text, can barely contain the flood of reactions. Had the pack viewers been standing in the same wooden room, it would have sounded like a total madhouse—laughter crashing through the trees like thunder, heavy chairs scraping back in shock, alphas slapping wooden tables, wiping tears from their eyes. It is a complete

‎ ‎As I picked out fresh vegetables, someone stepped beside me. ‎ ‎I turned. ‎ ‎Amara. Along with her usual group of friends. ‎ ‎"Well, look who's here," she sneered. "I thought witches weren't allowed in the marketplace." ‎ ‎The girls burst into laughter. ‎ ‎I folded my arms. ‎ ‎"Well, I'm not a witch. And maybe you should find something better to do with your life than following each other around like a swarm of flies." ‎ ‎Amara blinked. She clearly hadn't expected me to answer back.

Chloe exclaimed diverting her eyes from her intelligent yet dumb room mate to the group of girls sitting across them and laughing. She was talking about Ella, who has now joined Helen's group. Ella was Amara's friend for a few weeks after they joined the college but soon with the passing time she left Amara alone not before deceiving her. Helen ran a group of stupid sassy girls that enjoyed attention of all the guys in the college. And to join them, Ella broke her friendship with Amara and joined them. And recalling that time Chloe can't help but grit her teeth in vex as she had seen Amara cry for having been insulted in the canteen and left alone by this bitch.