Dia Ameera Novels & Stories

"She's skinny as fuck. Bones poking out all over her body like she's starving..." Ren laughs. He should be defending her but they are both dying with laughter. "Ms. Bones!" And that's how Dee nicknamed Aimee. ^^^^^^^^^ A few days later, the buzzing of my phone wakes me up. It is Amira, my sister. She is already back from the honeymoon. That was fast. She sent a few pics while she was there on the island of Zanzibar in Tanzania. The pictures were so beautiful and the two of them are such an adorable couple.

He trailed after her immediately. “Amira,” Alessa called as she got to her. “Oh, Mrs. Hart.” “It's Ms. Kendall,” Alessa said sternly and Amira looked at Aiden before bowing a little to apologize. “I’m sorry, I had no idea.” She apologized. “Mum, please,” Aiden said but Alessa ignored him. “Amira, where are you from?” Alessa asked. “I grew up in California,” she replied. “How old are you?” she asked.

Ameera opened her door in a neutral expression but when she saw me her expression lighten up. "Hey big sis and big brother." "Can I please see your dimples?" Ameera chuckled and smiled. Her dimples suits her face. I touch it and her skin was so flawless. No pores, acne for a 16 year old that's impressive. "Thank you!!" I hugged her and waved goodbye. The next room was empty so I went to the last room. I pressed the bell and Gabriel opened the door. "Big sis! What a surprise!" He shouts.

"Like my wife said, we're happy to be here and are very grateful to be welcomed in such a good manner. As most of you know, I am Basha Siromani, and this is our daughter, Annabelle Ameera Siromani." Annabelle looked sort of annoyed when her dad called her Ameera but she covered it immediately. I wondered why, Ameera is a cute name. That was when I was able to take a good look at her. To say she looked stunning would be an understatement. Unlike the other girls, she wore something simple. It was just a plain navy blue dress that reached her ankles. Her jewelry wasn't shiny and she didn't have her glasses on. Annabelle gave a small wave and smiled after her dad introduced her.

When she knew that he had not anything to do, she put the telephone back in between her shoulder blades and ear again to speak up to the man. "What is your name, Sir? So I can set you up an appointment with Mr. Mattheios," Ramina said. "Oh, right. This is Mr. Ezekiel Dela Cruz of DC Corporation. I'm a close friend of your CEO. So, is that bitch available later at 9 AM?" the man says again. Ramina's lips parted. She was thinking how close this man was to Mr. Mattheios enough to call him a 'bitch'. She gradually shook her head before letting out a sigh.

Aramide returned the gesture. “I would have loved to meet them, maybe next time?” Aramide said with her famous smile on display. “Well Clarissa, I'd like to introduce you to my family,” the woman began as she got up from her chair at the far edge of the large dining table. “this here is my son, Daniel, whom. you have already met,” the woman said with a small chuckle. Daniel rolled his eyes fondly. “This beautiful damsel is my only daughter, Mercedes,” She said as she gestured to a girl wearing a black jacket and black jeans with a white undershirt that clearly said 'stay away' Aramide smiled. they would get along.

"I never had anything to do with you. Using your visitor's room for a sweet sex today should even be appreciated. Even your house belongs to me. It is ruled by me and this room is only ten feet farther from my palace." "What do you mean?" I asked, speaking with rough sobs. "You're not his type..." Cassandra bragged, as he held Damon's hands with a cuddle. "Haven't you heard that even your poor mom has agreed to separate you from Damon if you don't perform well in the Academy? Are you blind to see what Damon owns and controls in the entirety of Agolia?" "Well, I don't have much to say." Damon interrupted, stalking around the room with an unseemly authority. "I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword

“You’re Bethany Sinclair, the Ambassador of Rotaine, right?” Bethany’s brows arched at the question. “I am.” Amara’s smile brightened. “Then I must have the right person. You see, I’ve been a fan of all the products you’ve advertised for quite a while now, and I can’t believe that I finally have the chance to meet you, Ms. Sinclair.” “You…are?” Bethany was taken back by the sudden praise, not to mention the fact that Amara was staring at her with such admiration in her eyes.

Amira is Muslim and her beauty is unique. She has olive white skin, deep brown eyes, and brown hair. Judging by her actions and the way she dresses, she doesn’t follow tradition. She came from a prominent family in Mindanao, well- educated and is married to an equally prominent man. As told by my mother, she’s the youngest wife and the most favored. “I bought some fruits while waiting for Sabrina to finish her class. I didn’t know there are some happenings around here.” She was happily

Aunty amarya handed her a black medium sized bag. "Thank you very much." Amirah said before engulfing her step mother into a hug, she wished things were different in their household. Aunty amarya was a woman with a golden heart who didn't deserve the treatment melted out to her by both Hajiya and Baba. Many a times, some issues she feared to discuss with Hajiya, she did with Aunty amarya and she recieved the best advice money could buy.