Aphmau Reacting Novels & Stories

For a while they talked about ordinary things. The weather. Books. Family memories. Eventually the old man's expression grew serious. "Have you been thinking about the past again?" Samantha lowered her eyes. "I never stopped." He sighed quietly. "What happened to our family was painful." She nodded. "I know." "But carrying anger for so many years will only hurt you." Samantha looked out toward the garden. "I'm not chasing anger." "What are you chasing?" "The truth." Her grandfather studied her face for a long moment.

She said making them scoff. "It's annoying!" Micah yelled. "I agree with dad for the first time." Helia nodded. "First time that old man makes an intelligent remark, we need to clap our hand!" Cole said clapping his hand, but when he felt Helia hands slapping on the back of his neck, he immediately stopped clapping his hands. "Show some respects." She reprimanded him. "It's alright, he's jealous of my amazing personality." Micah smirked. "You don't have a personality grandpa, you are fake like Kylie Jenner boobs." Giovanni retorted.

she scolded, still agitated by her daughter’s lack of concern for violating house rules. Amara shook her head vigorously, “No, Mommy. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, promise,” she apologized pitifully while raising her little finger, waiting for her mother to latch her own to seal her pinky promise. Her expression was guilt-ridden, but her body language told otherwise, as if she was ready to be all jumpy at any moment. Once Agatha entwined her little finger with Amara’s, the guilt on the little one’s face suddenly disappeared; her face sparkled, and her body glowed in the next second.

Zeus yelled laying Amarachi down on the chair. "What happened to her?" Naomi asked. "I don't know, she just started bleeding all of a sudden. No fights or whatever occurred. Seems like an internal haemorrhage" Zeus replied Amaka came out of her room "She needs space. You all should step back" Amaka said and knelt before her stretching her palms forth and started chanting some spells. Her palms glowed white as she massaged Amarachi body. "Even though I hate you, I don't wish for what is in your system to have happened to you."

I replied. “You say she’s strong like its some sort of immunity meanwhile it’s the opposite” I walked to the bench before sitting. I ran my hands through my hair as i sobbed into my elbows. I felt my face go crimson as footsteps drew towards me. And i looked to Wu. “I hate to be the one to break it to you but it’s going exactly like Wesley. Everything is going exactly like— And i’m reliving the trauma and now it’s Aal” I finally broke into tears and she too as she fell into the chair and embraced me.

Feeling her shuddering breath, his eyes dropped to her trembling lips, and for a second, he had a strong urge to touch them. Hiccup. “K-Kabir, I will not go near Kabir, please,” Asmaira mumbles, followed by another hiccup. As if splashing by the ice-cold water, Amaan came out of the trance and pushed himself away hurriedly. What the hell is wrong with me?

Short and muscular, she reclines on the swing with her onyx hair draped over one shoulder and her left tit. She lowers the supernatural gossip rag she’s been reading and rests it in her lap. “Where you off to in such a fury?” “The vamps struck again,” I snap, fury pounding in my temples. “Shit,” Ama says, removing her leg from its comfortable position and sitting up straight. “Who’s dead?” She finger-combs the long strands of hair still trailing along the front of her torso. It’s a gesture she resorts to when she’s agitated or nervous.

"This is too spicy!" She reached for the water glass and drank it in one gulp. But the burning sensation didn't subside. It only got worse. Shama's mouth was on fire. She started to cough and sputter, tears streaming down her face. The other guests watched in amusement as Shama writhed in pain. Rehan rolled his eyes and looked away. "Pfft, Hahahaha!"

“Correction protocols active.” “Are they?” he asks. A pause. Then— “Test it.” --- A screen lights up. Images flash. Rapid. Disjointed. Broken. A room. Dark. A voice. “Maria…” My chest tightens. Small. Sudden. Unwanted. “Reaction detected,” he says calmly. “Minimal,” I reply. “Still there.” --- The images change. Faster. Sharper. More aggressive. Pain. Fear. Hands. Voices. A night that feels like it should matter.

The bullet comments exploded instantly! **[Are you sure you can treat illnesses?]** **[This is just a scam, don't believe it, everyone!]** **[A fake from the Milton family, can't make it, trying to scam money, disgusting!]** As the insults flooded the screen, Amelia remained calm, flipping through the medical book in her hands, completely unbothered. The recommended time was nearly over, but Amelia was unaffected. The more they cursed, the more people joined the stream.