Dia Ameera Novels & Stories

Flora asked, immediately coming to my rescue. I raised my palm at her. "I'm very fine, Flora," I assured her. "QUEEN JOHANNES!" Both of us looked in the direction where that loud voice came from. It was from one of my ladies-in-waiting, Ameera. She is the same age as Flora, except that she is shorter, has black eyes, short black hair, and tan skin. She was hardly breathing before she reached us. She inhaled and exhaled for a minute, then ran in my direction.

I would have agreed to her request and given her a second chance, but I was stopped by a very angry voice from the crowd, “If you are done being all lovey-dovey, what don’t you show me into the slave quarters don’t settle in nicely with your other slaves!” Ameera lets out in that annoying voice that pisses me off completely. But this time, the voice seemed to do wonders in my head because I saw through Amelia's manipulation again and I pushed her away, stopping her from being so smoochy and touchy around me

The woman was definitely blessed by the Goddess Aphrodite. "I'm not going to disagree with you," I picked up my phone that sat on the bench press. After so many days I had finally decided to return home. It was as eerie as ever with the workers making sure that the place didn't turn to dust, "I'll speak to you soon and maybe I'll pay you a visit." "Yeah, you should come to see the place Gunnar is renting out for me. It's ridiculous," Jericho let out a low, long whistle, "I can only imagine what his place with Quinn looks like."

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

Amanda's POV His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, waiting for an answer. "I don't know who this Daisy that you are talking about is..." I respond with the French accent again, "I'm Emma." "You look so much like this girl I know- err I used to know." He fixes his mistake. "She has brown eyes though, not green." He smirks, "Her sister is the one who has green eyes. Her name is Sophia." He smiles, proud that he remembered. I grin and sit on the table in front of him, leaning in closer to him, causing him to stare at my boobs.

Darren explained. “Oh yes. That. I was so caught up in the whole mate introductions.” André quickly explained. “Amelia is a Gamma heir from Madonie who can see when magic is being used to catch you up. Darren had her identify the afflicted at the holding cells to use a potion Bisnonna made to counter it.”

Adi said holding her hands. "Promise everyday." "Promise." Anita and Amar smiled at them. "Now let's go. It's time for lunch. I'm sure our little girl is hungry'' Anita said lifting her. Just then Meera's stomach rumbled. She smiled sheepishly. "My Angel is always hungry," Adi said laughing. Amar smiled watching Meera talking animatedly with Anita and Adi. He can see his best friend Sameer’s resemblance in her smile.

Grace Amira was a goddess of miracles and pettiness. Not only had she gotten a stamp with my petty signature made, but she had set up a workflow between the transfer system and the pack’s messaging system to tell everyone who was transferring that they had a week to get out or they would be escorted forcibly, and two weeks after that to get their addresses and things changed. She even had farewell postcards and information packets in the transfer packets to be delivered to the individuals leaving. How she managed to get them all printed, stamped with my signature, signed, and delivered before the end of the week, I had no idea, but I loved the enthusiasm.

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"Plus, we get to suss them all out." Slinging an arm over my shoulder, the shameless girl turns me around to look at the rest of the group. She points to someone at the front of the throng, talking animatedly, right in front of the camera. Her dress is skin tight, and a metallic gold, that has my jaw dropping instantly. Not only does she have curves any of us would be jealous of, she manages to keep her sleek brown hair immaculate, and her makeup flawless. "Phoenix Diamond. Desire Pack. Extremely wealthy, with high ranked parents," Zariah whispers.