Isla Amara Novelas e Histórias

she said. "His name is Iago. Mr. Guard, this is my friend, Tara" Amelia said. Tara offers her hand to Iago. "Hello, Mr. Guard, nice to meet you," She said, copying the way Amelia calls him. "Nice to meet you, madam Tara," Iago said as he shook Tara's hand. "Did you hear that? He called me 'madam Tara'. Wow, I suddenly feel like a rich lady" Tara said. Amelia chuckled at what Tara said. "Where are we going today?" She asks.

“I need to know right now where the Nemesis base of operations is.” “Why would you need to know that?” The ex leader blustered, before realising. “You can’t be thinking of going there? They’ll destroy you.” He knew it was a mistake to say that as soon as it came out of his mouth. Isabelle turned round, the fury showing in here eyes. “I think that you underestimate me!” She almost screamed at the now powerless Brethren Member who had dared to question her. “I think it would be in your best interest to be careful not to do it again.” She managed the last part in a much more controlled voice.

"This ingrate dares to mock us?" Amaryah was indeed arrogant in her past life, that is, before she was thrown into the lava. She was a noble young lady from one of the most prestigious clans in Selaphiel. She was talented, smart, and possessed such striking features that made one unable to resist her. However, her looks are far too different for the people not to know she was not a Sachiel. Or even if she was, she must have been an illegitimate child. Amaryah would have taken it to heart if she did not know the truth.

The flight to Amaris Island was short. The small plane touched down in a field of green grass only ten minutes after takeoff. The island itself was less mountainous than Carpathia, with white sand beaches that bled into expansive fields and thick olive groves. There was no car waiting for them when they disembarked from the plane. Maxim had spent most of the half-hour flight on his phone making arrangements for any work he needed to do to be finished remotely from the island. She’d spent the whole flight feeling shaky and… strangely, very excited? No. Just shaky about the prospect of being almost alone with Maxim in such a beautiful, isolated, romantic place.

ALPHA GREYSON (Part 7) "Her name is Amara Brooks, and she is an orphan from the Western Regions. She is not a member of any packs, and... There's not much information about her," Miguel informed me. I stared at that girl's documents, in her photo, and the more I stared at her picture, the more I noticed resembles between her and the Princess of Rema Kingdom.

"What do you want, Amara?" Amara’s smile faded, replaced by a look of cold determination. "Power. Control. The end of this foolish resistance. Surrender now, and perhaps I'll be merciful." Samuel glanced at Isabella, his expression one of resolve. "Never." Amara's eyes narrowed. "So be it." With a flick of her wrist, the warriors lunged forward, their movements swift and deadly. "Defend the village!" Isabella shouted, raising her sword to meet the oncoming threat.

I licked my bottom lip, wetting it and I accidentally saw Damien watching me intently. I choke and what happened between us in the powder room and emergency stairs started haunting my memories again. "Lucky, we'll go with Mr. Green." I don't have a choice but to ride the same helicopter with Damien and Mr. Keller. I was silent the whole ride while they're talking about the redevelopment of the island. I was looking at the view and starting to enjoy it. A smile crept on my lips after we landed in the Isla Riva. The island is like a paradise. It's so beautiful. The water is beautifully clear and blue. The rock formations are incredible. All in all, the island is magically fascinating.

she replied. A silence followed. Not uncomfortable. But fragile. Then Amara lowered herself into the chair beside her. “I’ve been thinking about you,” she said carefully. Isabella nodded faintly. “I’m trying to be okay,” she whispered. Amara studied her for a moment. Then chose her next words with care. “That’s not why I came,” she said quietly. Isabella tilted her head slightly. Something in Amara’s tone had shifted. Not aggressive. Not emotional. Serious.

We run in silence for miles and miles, but when we reach the United States/Canadian border, Zane steps in front of me. Amaris, stop! He orders. I wait nervously, not knowing how my wolf will react to being ordered to halt her search for her mate, but when she relents, stopping and lowering her head in respect, I let out a sigh of relief. We can’t cross the border. It’s not our territory. We must turn back, he tells me, making both she and I irritated at being ordered around. Keep calm, I tell her when she begins to growl low in her throat. We can't growl at him, he will perceive it as a threat.

“You need to have better safeguards in place then, including physical eyes on the contestants at all times, rather than relying on your technology, if it isn’t sufficient.” Moreau nodded eagerly. “We’ve just been discussing that this morning, and plans are underway to both upgrade our power grid, and to add to the staff to ensure nothing like that happens again. That was before we knew someone had been in peril. I swear this will never happen again.” I didn’t know whether to believe him, but there wasn’t much I could do about it anyway. They were operating on an island in international waters, from the best I could guess, so there was no regulatory body to shut them down. I turned away from