Aphmau Short Novels & Stories

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.

Amaria begged and attempted to free herself, but it didn't work. “ You and your comrades know that it is a great sin to interact with Daemons or to even come in contact with one, right?” He asked again as he raised his right eyebrow and continued,“ but you travel with a Daemon ”. That's when Amaria finally noticed. ' Ammon? Where is he?! ' “ Where is he? Where is Ammon? What did you do to him? ” She cried out with a hostile gleam in her eyes; her face warped with rage.

I was in a dilemma on how to answer that question. “It is just enough to greet him and respect him, not necessary to hug.” I told her. I even told her she can hug fellow ladies but not men. Though she was a little confused on why not to hug men anymore. But I knew with her developing feminine feelings she must have been undergoing major changes in her existence. Cases were there of Shamba boys who would end up raping children in where they were working and I could not take chances.

“Only you can convince Amaan. He had made it impossible for Samuel to get out of the p—” One minute, the man was standing, and the next, he was on the ground. Asmaira, taken aback by the flash of action, shrieked, catching everyone’s attention. Cowering into a corner, her blurry vision registers Amaan grabbing the man by his shirt and punching him.

The suffocating pain overwhelmed me, and I collapsed, too weak to move. Alexis came running back, her bare feet thudding against the floor, her eyes brimming with tears. "Mommy, the door is locked! I can't get in! Mommy, hold on! I'll call for help!" She quickly pulled up Ambrose's number on her smartwatch. "Daddy! Mommy's having an asthma attack—" "Alexis, your mother is sitting right next to me. What nonsense are you talking about?" "Daddy, I don't want to play pretend anymore! Mommy's medicine is in the bedroom! What's the passcode?"

Ameira met them on the street where they perform until they decided to come together to sing as a group, and Ameira was the vocalist. "Let's just have a samgyupsal. I know somewhere that has a promo so we can save money if we eat there. I'm tired of what we eat over and over again," Marvin said. If Ameira was not mistaken, they are also friends and classmates. She guessed they were already in college. Ameira doesn't study anymore, probably because of her illness. She tried before but it was too difficult for her. This is because her condition got more severe with judgmental classmates and people who like to insult people, especially the weak like her.

I think. "My name is Sohma Amy, I play the bass." she kept it short and simple, Bass...huh? The next girl was probably the shortest, a girl with short lavender bob who wore knee-high leggings underneath a short mini skirt. "Ito Haia. I'm seventeen and I play the electric guitar. I like... rollerblading." she paused at the end and blinked at me as I listened. Right, she seems like the energetic sort but right now she seemed the opposite. Does she not want to be here? Is she uncomfortable or nervous? It was hard to tell.

Amaia grunted in annoyance as she can’t concentrate on doing monthly reports on her laptop. Rei looking at her with sad eyes, as she wanted to say something. She doesn’t want Amaia to berserk in anger. Amaia has anger issues and it might be difficult to step on her lines. She will do something terrible making the mansion guards and maids result in begging to go home. Rei let a low sad growl and lean his white furry head on the black carpeted floor.

The ground below him was soaking the blood pouring out from his wound. He had joined the fight against Malaka for a brief time and was fighting alongside them before she passed out, but her mind wasn't as focused on him as it was right now. Maira recalled some memories and realized that she knew who he was. "I remember the Yaksha's attack broadcast…. So you are the famous Phantom!" "..." Phantom turned his head towards her, but no reply came from his side. Maira was expecting some kind of answer, but she got none. He just gazed at her silently.

It’s is on fire with notifications and messages #AmaraPodcast trending number one. #FakePregnancy number two. #BabyFlipOff number three. I open the top clip. Amara’s face fills the screen, makeup heavier than usual, eyes wide and teary, sitting in a podcast studio with some bro-host who looks like he’s trying not to grin too hard.