Aphmau Oc Novels & Stories

comes a strong distraction, Alpha Andrews sister, the humblest person she’d ever seen. “yes what’s up?” Charlie asked her hand constantly on her backpack. “I saw you ogling that wierdo” Charlie looks at her, her stare making Camilla cringe, and move few steps backward. “I don’t think he is a wierdo” she dismisses Camilla’s words. “yeah whatever” Immediately they both come out and get hit by the sun, they squint, the immediate effect of the sun making them cover their eyes with their hands. “urggh I hate the sun” says Camilla, her perfectly manicured fingers making a circular movement around her stomach.

RAPHA OKOYE "Does your rogue wolf want to know what truly went down during the secret fire back then?" Amara’s text message flashes bright green on my phone screen, making my inner beast growl with sudden fury. "My mouth can tell your ears the absolute truth about your mother, Rapha, but my claws have terms first."

Expecting the correction. The explanation. The misunderstanding. None came. "No." The word emerged weakly. Broken. Father Michael didn't argue. Didn't persuade. Didn't defend. He simply reached into his pocket. And handed her a photograph. Old. Worn. Protected for years. Amara looked. A young woman stood beside Samuel Okeke. Smiling. Happy. Alive. Amara's heart stopped. Because she knew that face. Not from memory. From pictures. From childhood. From the few photographs she still kept.

The quiet in Jace’s cabin felt suffocating, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. My mind churned, replaying every word he had said, trying to make sense of the impossible. My breath was uneven, my pulse still racing from the weight of the truth. **Omega.**

I told her which seemed like an order . Me : Are you ok ? Amah : Do l look ok ? She answered with a question then rolled her eyes , her stinky attitude bores me . I decided to keep quiet and drove to the nearest pharmacy . Kept on stealing glances at her on the view mirror , it's not by mistake that her name is Amahle , in fact it doesn't do justice on her true beauty . I got outside the car and made way inside the pharmacy where I bought pain killers then drove home .We walked inside the house and I prepared the bathroom for her .

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What spiked my memory was the familiarity of that truck. I had only just seen it. It was vivid yet i couldn’t pinpoint where i’d seen it. I went down, like some undercover detective type of shit while i picked up the phone and then it hit me like a wave. I’d remembered the psychic’s exact words— "Is it bad?" I asked and she was still for a second. "You will never see it coming, it came like a wave and it's sweeping you" She continued. "You sound like that Moana's grandmother" I rolled my eyes.

He doesn’t like the fishy smell and taste of it ever since he is hospitalized with an amoeba. His mother breaks the silence inside, “I will now go to work, Sam here is the money—buy the things that the Doctor needs.” Sam utterly replies, “Ma, I already bought it last night.” His mother has gazed, “Ah. . . O-Okay, I will be back tonight. Nay, I will go for now, recover soon.” His mother leaves the room, and both of them are left inside. Her grandma speaks, “I wanted to listen to the online mass.”

Because people created new ones every day. Ama continued walking. The river shimmered beside the path. Sunlight danced across the water. A cool breeze carried the scent of autumn leaves. And for the first time in a very long while, she felt completely present. Not divided between memory and mystery. Not caught between past and future. Simply here. Simply now. Her phone buzzed. A message from Gabriel. Arthur accidentally signed up for a marathon. Ama stopped walking. Then immediately replied. Accidentally? The response came seconds later.

"Miss Aubrey?" "Stop! Okay! I remember it.” Fiona was in a trance. She looked anxious with her trembling body. Her bead looked at Lafanya. "So, what should I do now?" ***