Novel & Cerita India Amos

“Yes, and how do you know that when invitations are not even sent out?” Amos decided to tell her since there was no harm in saying it at all. “My brother is in Italy, working under the de Santis group.” “Oh, sorry to pry but under is his decision or your father’s or maybe yours?” Amos sighed. “Mine at first, but now he’s working there even after my order for him to come back.” “I see.”

Morris introduced as Charlotte stare at this Amos. He was slight tall with blond hair, his eye color was brown and he look like a gym teacher with his sleeves rolled up and his calling of her aura. "Hi." Amos called and Charlotte smile shaking his hand, which she considered not necessary. "I'm Charlotte," Charlotte introduce herself "Amos." He added as they disengage the handshake. "I don't really know why you had to call him, Kyla doesn't like been open. " Charlotte say, but not offensive. " Oh, he is part of Kyla, they both grew up in Carolina. " Morris say and Charlotte could reasoned that he might be a year older than Amos

Victoria said in her irritated voice “As per her digital footprints, Amara Dewan was born in small town of Punjab city in India. She was raised by her single mother Kasturi Rajput, Amara completed her preliminary education in Punjab, later upon receiving several scholarship she and her mother than moved to Mumbai city where Amara top her college and gained her General Educational Development (GED) certificate also same year she received her ‘Diploma in Interior designing’, Amara was offered several jobs from campus but she choose to work as secretary in COMPCO.inc.

Not when Athena is here. "No danger will come to you if you just shut your ass looking mouth." I said before leaving. I saw her scanning Amos’ room of practices. Amos is a former augur in our world. He’s not part of our pack, but he came from the same world as mine. He chose to live a life outside our reality, which is why we both met. Looking at Athena’s innocent burdened me more. Amos is right, Amos has a point, of course. I brought her here even though I knew it was the full moon. because I'm self-assured and can control my shifting

Elliot replied while walking toward the main door of the mansion. “Brother and India?” Amelia asked. She added, “What the fuck! Are you kidding?” Elliot stopped as Amelia was speaking a lot to him today. It never happened before. He whirled and sighed, “Yes. I think.” He paused and then spoke up, “Maybe, he is going to India to find the Neurosurgeon Dr Anamika. Pihoo informed me today about Mom’s condition and Dr Ashford’s advice to get an appointment with Dr Anamika.”

“And my name is Amaris.” “So, Ames—is it okay if I call you that?” He asks, and although I can see his lips moving and know that it’s obviously him speaking, all I can hear is my brother’s voice saying that same stupid nickname. Suddenly, I’m no longer on the outskirts of the pack lands with Maxon. No, instead, I’m standing over Axel’s still warm and bloody body, the sound of the gunshot still echoing throughout my mind, the beat of my heart pulsing double time in my ears, as if it’s having to work harder, trying to make up for the fact that Axel’s heart no longer beats as mine does.

“Amos, where have you been all these days? I’ve been so worried about you.” Amos replied, “Mommy, I’ve been staying with a man. The man said Daddy was the one who let me stay with him. He was very kind to me and bought me a lot of toys.” Gina stroked his cheeks. “It’s alright now, as long as you’ve come back safely. I’ll never allow anyone to lay a single finger on you, never again.”

No matter how well they hid, they would eventually reveal themselves. Meanwhile, Amos sat in his chair, dressed in a crisp shirt and gold-rimmed glasses, idly holding a coffee cup. Since he couldn't extract any useful information from the Draycott and Fitzroy families, he had already decided on an alternative approach. Instead of using his usual phone, he pulled out an outdated device from his drawer—so old, it seemed out of place in this era. He reviewed his contact list, where he'd carefully marked each family with a specific symbol. His finger hovered over the last name before finally making the call.

Amos shoved his dick in his pants, buttoned up his shirt, and sat behind his desk as he tied his long, stringy black hair in its usual ponytail. "Did you enjoy the show?" he asked, reaching for a pack of cheap, counterfeit cigarettes he sold on the black market. Austin knew about Amos' shenanigans, but since his illicit cigarette trade hustle didn't affect his bottom line, he didn't care. What he did care about were the five payments the man had missed. So, he reached behind him, pulled out his M70, a special import from Serbia, and twirled it in his hand. "I don't care for your B-grade porno movie, Amos. I'm here to collect what's mine."

‘On your way home yet? ‘Yes. I’m heading home now.’ I smiled at the comfort his voice brought me. Yes, it’s taking some getting used to, but hearing him in my mind was soothing on so many levels. We spoke all day really and if Dom was busy, Amos would check in. He’s adorable. It kind of makes me feel like, if I had a pet dog and he could talk. His energy is always so bubbly and direct. ‘I’m coming to you. I miss you.’