Novel & Cerita Aphmau House

Damascus was nearby. Why on earth would she think that? Amara put the clothes away and walked over to the small window in her room. She pulled the shade slightly open just in time to see a small red taillight as it made its way down the main road and away from their new home. It looked exactly like a motorcycle taillight.

“I also heard that they are coming from L.A and they are kind of a big shot over there.” Maya hummed in response, taking a glance at the house Amanda was talking about. It’s a nice three story building, slim but tall. Gray glass and glass exteriors with big windows from floor to ceiling. It wasn’t a really big compound but it did remind her of something. It reminded her of a particular house, now that she thought of it, the building itself looked like a house she once lived in. The same house that she sold to be able to buy this one to give her daughter a roof over her head. Traveling down the memory lane, a painful smile smeared on her lips.

“And… I got it. I just texted you the address. Anything else, mate?” I sigh in relief. “No. That’s it. Thanks.” Before he can say another word, I disconnect the call. It takes me a few minutes to get to Amara’s home. The house is a freaking mansion. No joke. It looks like something from those Jane Austen movies that Nevaeh used to make us watch. I drive up the long driveway and gaze around the grounds in hopes that I might spot Amara, with very little luck. The house is pretty pretentious looking. For crying out loud, the center of the long driveway has a fountain with baby cherubs pouring water in flagons. The house is even more intimidating up close, but I’m not deterred. I need to see Ama

The safe house was a fortress disguised as a modest bungalow on the outskirts of Lagos, surrounded by high walls topped with barbed wire and guarded by men who moved like shadows. Amara barely registered the details as Ezekiel hustled her inside, Benson half-carried by the driver. Her phone was still clutched in her hand, the image of her father—bound, terrified, alive—seared into her mind.

I am fine, just take a chill pill ma'am and concerning church, I went last week' 'I know why I am asking . The last time I visited you at your house, you were always busy and you barely had time for me, your own mother , talk more of yourself . Miss. Kim do you have time for yourself?! Don't you think, it's high time you change your last name?' Mrs. Kim replied worriedly , still questioning her daughter. 'Mum, I am fine' Karen replied, getting tired of the whole conversation 'why did I even call this woman' she said to herself

she replied with her sweet smile and raised her hands in the air and sways it like saying goodbye. Yennifer drags her feet to go inside the huge green barrier which secures their said home since this house was built. It has an automatic anti-thief electric shock which could make you burn. It's not an ordinary gate so whoever messes up to this mansion, well better prepare your coffin. -------- Reid Residence Adomeram came home sniffing where the aroma coming from since he wandered his feet from his car. Today is the day he was born and had a name from his parents.

There were lots of vehicles parked in its enormous compound. “This is Bill Phantom’s house. He transformed it into their gang headquarters and they all live here under one roof.” He alighted from the car and so did Amelia, a sense of dread clutching at her heart. She had never met an MC gang member in her life but knew they were criminals usually. She glanced at Matteo, who held out his hand to her. Amelia placed her hand in his and he threaded his fingers through hers and led her up onto the porch. “Relax and look happy, mia cara.” His words had a calming effect on her, and she smiled up at him. He winked, making her roll her eyes.

Now he was happy to know that even though Thandi was angry, she still noticed everything in it. The following day when S’bu fetched Amahle from school she asked if they could go past their old home. S’bu was surprised by the request but decided to take Amahle to the mansion that use to be their home. Amahle walked around the garden and inside the house. This was your Mother’s dream home. I built it for her as our wedding gift, he told her. She told me that she was so shocked when she saw it the first time, Amahle said, looking at the portraits at the hallway. We were all so happy here. We were a normal family, she added.

The AMA (Adore Models Agency) office was located in Andheri West, in a row of buildings that resemble shophouses. Praveen didn't have much trouble finding it because he had already seen it on maps. The office had three floors, and the entire facade was made of black glass so that no activity could be seen from the outside. When he opened the door, only then did he know that there was someone inside, even beyond his expectation. There's a receptionist behind the desk and the AMA logo and stainless steel sign is shiny, just behind the reception girl. In the guest chair there were five people waiting. Praveen looked at them. All of them looked beautiful and handsome. Were they models too?

He had some work so he went out for a while but told Sanju to stay with Janhavi until he returned, to which Sanju happily agreed, she also wanted to spend time with Janhavi to know about their story. She told Janhavi everything about Abhimaan and his connection to this village when she asked her how they all knew Abhimaan. Sanju told her that this house belonged to Abhimanyu's paternal grandmother in which she used to live with her father before marriage and Abhimaan and his father always came here to spend a few days but after Abhimanyu's death, Abhimaan stopped coming here for a few years but then started coming back and the forest house in which he took her was built by Abhimanyu for Abhi