Isla Amara Novels & Stories

I reward Amara’s obedience by slowly edging the tip of my cock inside her, and she makes an exasperated little breath as she closes her eyes, and tries to focus on her task. “Amara, I have everyone looking for you! I’ve been worried sick. Your friends said you went for a walk and just disappeared.” “They were all sleeping. I called a water taxi to pick me up and take me from the island.” She impresses me by thinking on her feet and it earns her another solid inch of cock. “Daddy.” She clutches the comforter in her free hand as I slowly roll my hips and stir myself inside her. “Yes?” “Please don’t come looking for me. This is what I want.” She quickly hangs up the phone and reaches her hand a

AMARA ​The bright, studio-grade LED lights of the makeup artist’s ring-light snapped on with a sudden, aggressive click, blinding me in a wash of stark, unforgiving white. To Diva and Mara—the newly arrived makeup artist—it was just the start of a standard, high-profile glam session. To me, it felt like an interrogation lamp. It cast sharp, clinical shadows across the linoleum, exposing every flaw, every tremor, and every ounce of the terror I was desperately trying to bury beneath my skin.

“But I enjoy hearing you talk.” That stupid warmth in her chest returned again. Absolutely not. Amara looked away quickly, moving toward the massive windows overlooking the sea. The view from this level was breathtaking. Below the cliffs, waves crashed violently beneath moonlight while the distant city lights of Sicily glowed softly in the distance. “It’s beautiful,” she admitted quietly. Luciano stepped beside her slowly. Close enough that she could feel his presence. “You look better in it.” Amara exhaled softly. “You really don’t stop flirting.”

“Amara…” “Amara…”

Was all Jake said, not bothering to say more if he wanted to. “God,” Amara groaned yet again, slipping back in her chair and looking towards the window. “I just…I need a vacation from all this drama.” She muttered, briefly recalling that her bank card had been used to purchase tickets to Bora Bora island the previous day. Perhaps it wouldn’t be a bad idea to find the person behind it and take those tickets, after all, Bora Bora Island sounded like a wonderful vacation spot.

Amara requested. The elderly woman nodded her head and placed the fish on a board before proceeding to cut it piece by piece. "Amara"was the voice Amara heard which made her turn her head to know who called her. She was surprised to see Chikaima walking towards with her. "Kaima how are you?" "I'm fine and you? What have you been up to miss?"kaima asked as he placed a hand over her shoulder. Amarachi could feel her cheeks turning red.

He laughed and eyed her darkly. “This half-blooded b*tch doesn't know her place yet, Thomas.” Amara screamed when Isaac started to move his face closer. His fangs were all ready to bite her. She cried for help and shouted Killian's name. The warriors just laughed in amusement. “Who are you calling, huh? Your savior?” Isaac mocked her and strangled her neck deeply. She felt his claw digging deeper into her skin, making her blood flow down her shoulder blades. “P-please...” she tried to speak, but she was almost out of breath.

she said bitterly in a low tone before entering the elevator first. Ameira saw how Samara seemed to stop; however, it wasn’t her fault that she was embarrassed, as she was serious about what she said; she has no friends and she does not wish to owe anyone anything, especially to her. Eventually, Samara recovered. She forced a smile and nodded. "Ah, all right, Sister Samara. We're leaving, thank you again," Marvin thanked her with an awkward smile. The two quickly said their goodbyes and entered the elevator. As the elevator closed, Ameira and Aleja’s eyes met again. They seemed to understand each other as they talked about things that only they know.