Aphmau Images Novels & Stories

Up close, they’re bleached-out, hard surfaces with the texture of a dried alligator carcass. Cars zoom past at alarming speeds. When trekking through the swamp, I’d heard the distant sounds of these beasts and seen them from afar, but up close, the rectangular metal boxes are bigger than a swamp monster and even more intimidating. I stop and shake my head, unwilling to take a step into this foreign land and be trampled by one of their metal monstrosities. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Ama mutters. “Has Axel made a mistake or what?” “What do you mean?” I ask, grabbing her sleeve.

"So, what brings you here?" My gaze lingered on Amara-san, a tiny nail and hammer seemed to be dangling from her ears, and she was wearing a fuzzy pink shirt. Her frizzy dark brown hair was divided into two puffs... cute rings adorned her middle fingers... ah! I've seen those before! They sell them at the street markets! She wore multipe rings on her fingers so they looked like a set for a moment. "...Ito-san?" Fukuda-san's tone sounded off. I turned to see him and Senpai staring at me like I was being weird.

Something growled louder as it ran past their left, they glanced there, but they didn't see anything. Amaria glanced again and saw a silhouette of a kid run towards her direction, it was the kid she met earlier, the kid appeared in front of her with a huge grin on his face then something huge from the fog ran towards the child, Amaria was quick enough to pull the child away. The daemon boar then tried to attack again, but Teresa stopped it by tying it down with huge wooden-stemmed vines she summoned. The daemon boar was massive, it had blackish fur with a red gemstone on its chest, long sharp bloody tusks, and bloodshot eyes.

She informed. “You threw them away?” “They were annoying me,” She said and shrugged. “May I see them?” Jake asked and Amara nodded. “I’ll show them to you.” She offered and stood up, but stopped the moment she recalled that two out of six of the pictures contained her naked form. “Is something the matter?” Jake asked, already on his feet and beside her, waiting patiently for her to lead the way. “Ah, well,” Amara began, not exactly sure how to tell him that two of the photos weren’t appropriate, without sounding like a prude or giving him a wrong impression.

She burst into tears as I stood like an image. "Your tears don't move me," I matter-of-factly told her. Amara didn't wipe her tears, she just stood still. I hate when she gives me that look; it reminds me of Alita and I hope she has the body too. That reminds me, I can still check that out. "Strip" One word, with lots of meaning.

FLASHBACK (18 years ago). As the little white-haired girl Amaia runs faster out of the forest where the enemy is. She loses her balance, making her feet stumbled at the big roots of Cupressus Tree. Her unbalanced body rolled down at a hilly side of the forest, going down to the river. Before her body meets the water, her head hits the big rock making her unconscious. Her body floats at the big outflow of the water down to the city of Human Town.

"Look, they're putting ribbons on the winning pieces!" They watched as the judges chose one picture from each category. For the wide aperture category, the photo depicted a person playing an old rusty accordion. Only the hands and parts of the accordion were visible, the rest of the picture blurred. The keys and the flaking body of the instrument were shown in vivid detail. For the narrow aperture, the photo depicted the close up of a creepy toy monkey standing on a wooden fence. The woods could be seen at the back, where a red fox watched between 2 ancient tree trunks.

She continued running with all her strength until she finally reached the boundary of the werewolves' territory and made her way into the land where werewolves would not dare to enter. *** “CHILD, wake up! Why on earth are you sleeping in the woods? It’s dangerous here!” an unfamiliar voice of a woman had spoken that woke her from her deep sleep. Amara could feel the throbbing pain in her head. A soft whimper escaped her mouth as she tried to move her weak body before opening her eyes slowly. Her vision was so blurry that it made her blink several times. When her eyes started to see clearly, the first thing she saw was the face of a woman who has gray-colored hair, wrinkles on the sides of h

Ama appeared in the doorway the moment Mensah's Land Rover pulled away. She leaned against the frame and looked at Seraphina with the particular expression of a woman who had seen a great deal and was choosing what to say about what she'd seen very carefully. "A photograph," she said. "Yes," Seraphina said. "From two years ago." A pause. "Yes," Seraphina said. Ama looked at her. "Is there anything else you would like to tell me?" Seraphina looked at Adrian, who had gone back to the porch drawn by the sun, by the habit of sitting there, by whatever his body remembered that his mind didn't.

Chapter 3 SAM'S heart is fluttering when he is reading the message. His hands that are on the rest of his laptop shaking due to the terror. Another message popped out on the screen. [I think someone is sick, since I saw you buying some high-level antibiotics and human albumin.] The poor boy blinks twice and another message keeps on popping out. [To be honest, you are handsome and I bet my life that you will be one of my asset.] Sam's lips parted in confusion. He looks at the direction of his grandmother, he don't want to be a burden—once an opportunity knocks. . . you need to open the door.