Ken Amada Novels & Stories

The plea for aid, tinged with vulnerability, reaches his ears, drawing his attention like a magnet pulling at his heartstrings. Pausing in his ascent, Alpha Kaden turns to face the source of the voice, his expression softening as his gaze falls upon Alexa, a young pack member in need of assistance. Her words, filled with a plea for help, resonate in the air, a poignant reminder of the interconnectedness that binds their pack together in times of need.

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

“Choked on my drink, that’s all.” “Careful. Don’t spill anything on the carpet,” I said. He scowled. “Funny.” They must have felt the tense energy between us, so Alex interrupted. “How is your new product going, Amanda?” “I am still working on it. I promise that this time it won’t fail. I am hoping to go somewhere tomorrow and get one last ingredient.” He was puzzled. “I thought you received it this morning.” “It’s a last-minute thing. I already called the place and Diego has agreed to come, right Diego?” I turned to him. His eyes bulged out of his face.

If only her husband would give her this one chance, who knows what would happen? “You must have mud in your ears,” A voice said. Ejima turned her attention to the woman standing some paces away from her. She was dark-skinned and stood closer to the ground, using a dried cedar branch as a walking stick. Her name was Adaku, one of the village midwives. “Good afternoon…I mean…good evening, ma.” Ejima fumbled with words but hoped to keep her face stern. The crease on the older woman’s face deepened.

she declared as she exits the room. “Take the car-“ Damian was cut off by Amelia’s sharp gaze. “Don’t.talk.to.me” she said in an irritated voice before closing the door with all her might. Damian stayed seated on the bed with a worried look on his face. “What should I do Alfred, Amelia looks really angry,” he said, his tone was full of worry and fear. “T-The madam’s anger will subside after a few hours, don’t worry” Although Alfred said that, he wasn’t too sure when Amelia’s anger will disappear and by the looks of it, it’s going to take a while.

When she came across the Dodge Ram, Bryce was hanging by his feet from the tree that was next to it. Upon closer inspection, she discovered long thin scratches across the body of the pickup truck. Dawn traced them with her fingers and paused when they ended at a bloody hook dangling from a wing mirror. “Oh, crap”, she breathed. She was fully aware of the legend…of the multiple urban legends of the Hook Man. She hoped that this was a macabre coincidence and not the vengeful spirit coming out to play. ~0~

On my way to the door, I heard the rumbling sound of the only motorcycle on my street and braced myself to see the owner. Martin opened the door and stopped short, causing me to run into his back. I stuck my head to the side to see what had him taking pause, and my mouth fell open as I watched Flavia take off a helmet and hand it to Adam as she got off his bike. We watched as she allowed her hand to linger on his right bicep, which was exposed by the short-sleeved t-shirt he had hugging his muscled body.

Come on, who is next? Keith wipes away a tear when he sees a homeless dog carrying a box in his mouth, begging for change for his master. Kit makes "pappy eyes" *, persuading Lou and Tom to buy her ... a crocodile on a farm in Louisiana. You see, she finds them "terribly cute." Probably, this was the only time when Louis answered her request - no. What prevented her from buying this crocodile herself - God knows ...