Aphmau Story Time Novels & Stories

His lips are still tilted in that wicked little smile. That night, Jabari and Amara refuse to close their eyes on the furs unless my voice tells them a bedtime tale. Even though I have spent five winters putting Zuberi and Tavon to sleep in our villa, I only know the basic old story about the three little forest pigs who built dens to hide from the big rogue wolf. The second I start whispering the words, I see the totally bored, blank stares on both of their little faces. They are way too smart for baby stories.

“It feels lonely.” Ama—her older self, the one from before memory—laughed softly. “That's because there's nothing here.” “There should be.” He crouched beside the tiny silver tree. “There should be stories.” She sat beside him. “What kind of stories?” He thought for a long moment. Then he smiled. “The kind where no one has to say goodbye.” Ama felt the memory ache inside her. She already knew how impossible that wish was. But the woman she had been did not.

Then tenta‌tively approaches‌ Kiy⁠a. “Hi,” she says s‌hyly. “I’‍m Amara. I’m‍ going to teach yo‍u lo‍t​s o‍f stuff.​ Like how to rea​d and​ how to do cartwhe‍els and how t⁠o remember Ayana.” My heart swe⁠ll⁠s. This is my family. T⁠hes⁠e beautiful, broken, heali‌ng peo‌ple.

I whispered with a loving smile, "which story would you like tonight?" Mathew's face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. "The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!" I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf's grand adventure. Mathew listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

Mahira looked at Ana with a questioning look, Ana seemed to have understood what was on her mind that bothered her “Mommy, Mommy, my Mommy, you’re awake,” Tama tottered in holding her favourite character Bumble Bee from the movie Transformers, she threw the toy aside and jumped on bed to kiss her momma “Oh Darling, Mama missed you so much, did you miss me,” Mahira’s eyes stung with unshed tears as she looked adorably at her little sack of joy

****Amira***** I decided to tell the kids stories, I told them about the werewolves that lives in the woods. I told them how the werewolves would come out at night, and how they would howl at the moon. I described them as being large, powerful creatures with sharp teeth and glowing eyes. The children were enthralled by the story, and they huddled close together, eyes wide. I didn’t want to completely tell the kids that their was father is a werewolf, I was gradually preparing their minds for it..

he said dodging the question -I love you too daddy -Pass the phone to mum Halima Which she did, Halima moved a little away from little Fatima to answer. -Yes Aly - Take care of her, I will come to see her tomorrow, she must not know -Don't worry Aly -So good night - Good night to you too She hangs up and goes to Fatima's bedside, who is lying on the bed. Halima strokes her head while telling her an African children's tale. -So I'm going to tell you the story of KOUMBA the girl without a mother.

What about you? Me. I'm also bored. What shall we do to overcome this boredom? Amara.😇🥰💗💝 Lol. I don't know. I can't really think of anything right now. Me. Should I come over? Amara.😇🥰💗💝 Yes, that'd be so nice. Me. Send me your address, please. Amara.😇🥰💗💝 Alright. I couldn't help but grin like I just won a contract.

“What do you want to do in our ten minutes, my princess?” “Tell me a story.” “Okay. I will tell you the story of the sad prince who met the happy fairy.” That was the story Amir told her every night, it spoke of how he fell in love with Samanta and how he had to fight the king to have him let them marry and how the prince had to fight a terrifying dragon that threatened with stealing his fairy. In time, the story got richer fiction, to the point there were giants and purple bunnies, characters that Aháva added to the storyline.

And wrote: *“The boy who hurt me didn’t get the last word. The one who stayed silent had to listen. And the one I’m still learning to trust… stood beside me while I faced them both. This story doesn’t belong to the people who tried to steal it anymore. It belongs to me.”*