Aphmau Drama Novels & Stories

“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

Because all I could think of were the what if’s. I stood on shaky legs, wiping my mouth on the sleeve of the scrubs I still wore and let Able pull me into him, his arms wrapping around my shoulders and my head reasting against the bare skin of his muscled chest. “You did amazingly Amara. Mum spent a full ten minutes bragging about how you jumped into helping doc. About how many pack member you’ve helped. I’m so sorry that this is the introduction you’ve had to the pack, but I’m damn proud of you. You’re gonna be an amazing Luna.” He stated and I let the words wash over me, even as the dread continued to churn in my stomach.

BEADS of sweat had formed on Amara’s forehead when she opened her eyes, forcedly waking herself up from an unwanted nightmare. She gasped as she stared at the old brown-colored thatched coconut roof. As she got up on the bed, her eyes looked around the tiny room where she was. It was dark, and the only thing that was somehow lighting up the room was the moonlight through the window. Tears started to burn her eyes. Her lower lip trembled, remembering the tragic fact that her father and Killian died unjustly.

“F-Feriha Maam told. They were going for a c-charity din…” Without hearing her complete response, Amaan marched towards his destination. While he was troubled by what he did that night, Asmaira still did what he threatened her not to. While he rotted in guilt that he did wrong to her, she, like the shameless woman he came to know, was still hovering around his son and eventually succeeded in hurting him.

She hadn't told Linda that Damon and she were second chance mates. Nor had she shared the truth about her and Darius faking their relationship. Amara, you still love him? Linda’s question hung in the air, but before Amara could respond, Dr. Felix, the head doctor of the hospital, walked in on them. Amara, your attention is needed. Can you help show Alpha Damon around the hospital? Dr. Felix asked, and Amara’s eyes widened. She wanted to refuse and ask why she had to be the one to do it. But she didn't want to seem unprofessional. Sure, Dr. Felix, Amara said, getting to her feet as she followed him. I believe

she roughly pushed Daniel off her , snatched her cell phone from Mrs Sukanya and made her run outside, once outside Amara quickly got on driver seat and speeded her car towards police station. On her way with just few minutes Amara started feeling weird, she could feel her muscles getting relaxed and eyelids getting heavy, her body was now covered in tiny droplets of cold sweat while her fingers started trembling on steering wheel as she drove ahead, it didn’t took her long to understand that she was been drugged, feeling herself in grave danger Amara quickly called the only person she could rely on in such situation ‘KABIR’.... she called Kabir but to her misfortunate Kabir was busy attend

“If you want consultation, join the queue like every other patient. And if this is personal, then wait until I get home.” The room fell silent. The nurse looked at him in shock, her mouth opening and closing. Amara’s tears spilled freely now. She reached out, picked the paper with trembling fingers, and turned. Her steps were heavy as she walked out. Outside, the bright corridor lights stabbed her eyes. She leaned against the wall, her whole body shaking. Her breath came out in whispers, broken and painful. “If I need an appointment to see my own husband… then what is the use of this marriage?”

I smirked knowing that I had gotten him. He hadn't gotten over Amara yet so knowing that she was beginning to dance to my tune and not his really annoyed him. I didn't care, as far as the mafia was concerned I had more power than him so he couldn't do much against me. I hung up the call before he could respond to me then I entered my car and drove back home. He called me twice but I didn't pick up because I didn't have anything to say to him. Minutes later, my phone buzzed and I saw a video of Amara putting on her tampons. Her face showed that she was in pain and I knew it was because of her period.

“ Why grandmother ? “ asked Amra . “ Ayla is pregnant and she has just woken up from a coma . I won’t be able to concentrate at work if I am not beside her . We should make sure she recuperates her health and gets stronger . “ said madam Dahlia . “ I see ! Dot worry about the company’s matters . I will take care fo them . I will go take my things then head to the company right away . “ said Amra with a smile . “ Amra… “ said madam Dahlia . “ Yes grandma ? “ said Amra . “ Before leaving mind telling what is actually going on between you and Alex ? “ asked madam Dahlia . Amra felt her body freeze in that instant when she heard her grandmother . “ W…..W….W…..What are you saying grandma ? “ said

Amara’s hands clenched. they were lying, But the world didn’t care about truth. It cared about the story. And theirs was clean. Tragic. Romantic. Hers? A scandal. A slut. A liar. A failure. “And it gets worse,” Lena said. “I just got off the phone with my contact at Apex Entertainment.” Amara opened her eyes. “Apex? What about them?” “They want you to star in their new film. Eclipse. Psychological thriller. Big budget. International release.”