Aphmau Stuff Novels & Stories

All the guilds ignored, that's odd,' Amaria thought. “ This daemon boars, invade our town, take our children, and sometimes hang a body of one of the children on the sign, and the worst part is, the child's face would be unrecognizable… and t-their bodies would appear completely decayed” The elderly lady stuttered. Amaria's eyes widened as she gulped her last spoon of porridge. They were all dumbfounded. ' Hanging the child's body? Making their faces unrecognizable? Can a level two daemon boar do that? I doubt. Something's not adding up' Amaria thought.

When Sipho complained about the smoke, Amahle responded with a smile and said , "This will protect you." Amahle explained, "When someone dies, some doors will open for them. We must keep out what may enter." But something had already made its entrance. The first indicator of something amiss was when Sipho turned ten years old. He awoke one morning with scratch-like markings on his back, soft , bleeding scratches along his spine, as if someone had clawed him. Amahle gazed at these markings longer than necessary , and it was impossible to determine what her facial expression meant.

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.

They were not some royals that could eat anything they wanted but, for as long as the food doesn't contain wolfsbane, rye, or mistletoe, they could handle it. "I do," she replied. Grace chuckled. "I'm just an old lady getting curious, though. We'll buy apples then." Amara let Grace do her stuff while her amber eyes continued to look around the market. She felt that it was kind of weird to be surrounded by humans. It brought discomfort to her, knowing that she was different, that even though she was seen as a typical teenager from the outside, she couldn't deny the fact that there's still a beast hiding inside of her. She put her arms on her chest, hiding her fingers because she was afraid th

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.

I said off the top of my head as i ran my fingers under the tap. “Well there’s this w******p broad—” “Not the w******p broadcasts” I added and we both shared a laugh on how ridiculous those can be. About the fruits that have been injected something poisonous or the supposed demonic cartoons for the kids. And even how the covid vaccines were an elaborate plan to reduce population.

The two people who had never met before were now intertwined in such a passionate, smutty copulation, going on and on like it was their last day on earth. The man's phone rang so many times it seemed to have become the background music to their entangled grunts and moans, but neither turned their attention to it. They were so lost in their own world, unwilling to spare anything else a dime of their time. This continued for as long as Nora could remember; the only thing she could register was this hot stranger's cock, kisses, touches, and eyes.

Maybe they already know what will happen next—but Ameira won’t allow it. The woman is still quiet. Her mind is blank, like a dead person who doesn’t feel anything. Ameira took off her black hood and let it fall to the floor. “Should I tell you a story before we both jump off this 30th-floor building?” she asked the woman. Still, the woman didn’t respond to her. Continuing her story, she explained, "I've had a nightmare since a young age, and sometimes I lose my mind seeing the scars on my body, due to being raped since I was young and being harassed by different men. It makes me sick to my stomach, disgusted with myself, and hunted by their laughs and how they touch me. It's making me comple

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.

“ Take it ! It’s very good . I drink it when I have a bad stomach . “ said Amra with a smile . “ ….How did you know I had a bad stomach ? “ said Alex confused . “ I know because I can see you rubbing your stomach , make a grumpy face which is not like you at all . It must have been because you took an energy drink . “ said Amra . “ How did you know I took an energy drink ? “ said Alex confused . “ Pffft ! If you wanna work at late at night to not be noticed then you should learn to type lighter . “ said Amra . “ You should be sleeping at night . Why were you awake ? “ asked Alex .