Dia Ameera Novels & Stories

she continued, opening the door at the back and entering. Damian was still in shock. Takes off the black rope around his neck, having trouble catching his breath. “What the hell is this human, making me hungry!” He grumbled softly as he staggered to the driver's seat. “In the future, you have to tag me, huh?” "You mean, like before?" “Yeah, I already taught you to know! So thank you. You have to repay the favor, I'm waiting for Damian Van Xaldrich's performance tomorrow," said Almeera with a big smile. 'This crazy woman...,' Damian cursed inwardly, starting the car. ***

Every one was happy, but deep within Amir a whole lot we missing. Amira had decided to finally take Akeem back to his father's land. She wasn't raised a coward. She was done hiding. She needed help, she knew she couldn't do this on her own and so she decided that Anna would be of a huge help to her. After much persuasion, Anna finally agreed. Nothing much was left for her in Odeon, she was going to help Amira.

Amaria said with a sly smile on her face. “ Fine, just get off me,” Dove said, Amaria stood up and let her go. “ This isn't over, after we defeat that Daemon boar I challenge you to a duel,” Dove said, Amaria stared at her for a while and thought about it, Dove smirked and said, “ What? are you scared ”, Amaria smiled widely and said, “ What is there to be scared of? I accept your challenge ” “ hmph! Whatever, just stay hidden, I'm going to help… ” Dove said, before she could finish her sentence, Amaria shut her mouth by covering it with her hand because she heard a scream and it sounded like Elex.

He needed answers. Days later, Darren found his chance. They were at a friend’s birthday dinner, sitting at a long table crowded with plates, laughter, and clinking glasses. Amara excused herself to use the restroom, leaving her phone on the table beside her glass of wine. Darren’s heart pounded in his ears as he glanced at it. One notification lit up the screen before fading back into blackness: Liam Adeyemi.

Ameera is in her office dealing with his clumsy and troublesome manager regarding her project. She already resigned from her job and is in the notice period to take charge of Ishaara Valor. She is pretty much anticipating it since it is both Tanvi's and her wish. After her tough meeting, she became distressed and sat in his cabin while holding his head. Meanwhile, her phone beeped. "Ameera?" Maahir spoke from the other side of the line. Ameera is puzzled by this unknown number and answered, "Yes. May I know who is on the call?"

The words her teacher told her came back to her. “Amore, use everything around you as a weapon, stay attentive and do not get distracted, don't show fear even if you're on the verge of death. You fight until your last breath do you hear me, Amore!! Your body is capable of more than you think. Fight, Amore, fight. Let your body leads you.”

’ Realizing that Grace was right, Amara let out a huge sigh and nodded slowly. “Thanks for reminding me. My mom was the one who named me,” she stated in a sad tone. In an instant, she felt it once again... the longing for her mother and the sadness to live in this world without her by her side. ‘Would my life be different if she was still alive?’ she asked herself. “And what did she name you?” Grace asked her curiously. She gave her a small smile. “Amara... My name is Amara.” “That’s a fascinating name...” Grace pinched her cheek gently. “You are everlasting, Amara,” she said, and then she continued walking again.

He had told her to continue with her work, that he was just gonna take care of her, but she had refused and rushed to take care of her before he could persist. "Looking good," Damian smiled at his daughter, who smiled back. "Where's Amara?" Emily asked. "She went to get the meal," he said, and Emily nodded. "So, how's work going?" He asked Kayla, who had wanted to go help Amara. "Great, thanks" I smiled, sitting back. "Thank you so much, Damian," I added. "Stop it. You've thanked me more than I can count already" he said. "Damian, Dominic is coming home," Amara said excitedly, walking out of the kitchen.

Without realizing it, she muttered under her breath, “How come he looks so handsome?” Leo tugged on his leash, pulling her out of her thoughts. She shook her head and added bitterly, “Not everything that looks good is good.” She turned on her heel and walked away, refusing to let the sight of him invade her peace. Later that afternoon, Amira sat on her couch, scrolling through her I*******m feed while Leo lay lazily at her feet. Her thumb froze when a post popped up—an announcement for the grand opening of a luxury business in America. Her eyes widened as she read the caption: “Aiden Laurent ventures overseas! New beginnings, new horizons.”

"Well, it’s certainly a bold look for a business dinner, Emma. A bit dramatic, don't you think? In Dubai, we usually prefer a more sophisticated, understated elegance for official events." "Really?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I looked her straight in the eye. "Because I saw a picture of you on I*******m about ten minutes ago where you were wearing nothing but a tiny black bra and lace pants on a beach. I figured you liked things a bit... loud." A loud, choked sound came from the end of the table. It was my sister Maya and Hannah trying not to burst out laughing. Amara’s jaw tightened so hard I thought her teeth might shatter. Her eyes narrowed into tiny, furious slits.