Komik Keluarga Amira Novels & Stories

“Come on, Dad, I swear, I’m not out here trying to ruin the family name!” Hayden simply leaned back, looking entirely unconvinced. Imara and Amira were tangled in whispered conversation, the former’s face still flushed with heat as she relayed every intimate detail of her meeting with Irvin. Amira was hanging onto every word, her golden eyes wide, tail twitching in excitement. “You let him do what—?” “Hush!” Imara hissed, smacking her cousin lightly on the arm. “Not so loud!” Amira giggled, biting her lip, but the amusement drained from her face when Imara suddenly stiffened, her body going rigid.

I pleaded with her, and she pulled her hand from mine and caressed my cheek, smiling softly. She looked at her daughter and signed. "It is okay. This is what family is for," Amirah said, and I was taken aback by her statement. How were they my family? My mother wasn't from Neev; she was from Eastwood.

“If Amir is bringing you to meet his extended family who raised him , then it’s pretty damn serious.” Tasha glared at her sister as their mom nodded. “Your sister is right, sweetie,” She said. “Amir is a conglomerate’s son.” “And that means what?”. Mrs Cullen sighed. “There are different classifications of rich people, Natasha, and Amir’s family type of rich people are the definition of classy. They pride their looks and money over everything, even if they aren’t rich. So, him bringing you to meet his family is quite a big deal.”

“Trenton is the luckiest man! With Irene the worthless omega, he's doomed. But with Amira by his side? His pack will soon surpass many others!” Amira basked in their spotlight before turning to me, but acting as though we were old friends, her eyes gleaming with something dark. “Irene, you look lovely tonight,” she said, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. I tilted my head, matching her tone. “You’re too kind.” She leaned closer, her breath brushing my ear like a serpent’s hiss. “Shame your children weren’t,” her voice dropped to a provocative whisper meant only for me. “Maybe then they’d still be alive.”

- jor said frustratedly . " Bro let's not talk about that ok ..I'm ok now let's go downstairs "- amara said cutely with her puppy eyes surely they melted her brother's heart . " Aish ..come on I will give you a piggy back ride "- jor said .Amara excitedly jumped on his back ..They were recalling their childhood .Amara is a spoiled brat and a tomboy type back then . * "Aiyoo ..what's that ,you both kids .."- amara mother laughed at her daughter and son .

Everyone in the Familia listened to me without hesitation apart from some members of my family who wasn't happy that I was made the head. Our father's decision caused a rift between us that couldn't be fixed no matter how we tried. There was only one way it would end; in a bloodbath. I continued the video and became more interested when I saw Amara facing the camera. She looked more pale than before and I wanted nothing more than to take her away from him. She glared at the screen but didn't say anything until she got a threat from Dee. He forced her to say almost everything she said but the surprising part was that she didn't oppose.

“Amir invited us to spend the day with their family, trust me, you don't wanna wear your pajamas to meet the Mobareks.” “To their house? I thought they lived on campus” Samanta put the book she was holding to one side. “They do. But they visit their parents on the weekends.” “What are we doing there?” “Have fun, spend a day in a different way, dive in their pool… What do I know? There is so much you could do in a mansion.” “Mansion? Amir is rich?” “Amir and Maher are the children of a very renowned businessman in the area. Didn't you know?”

Amira is Muslim and her beauty is unique. She has olive white skin, deep brown eyes, and brown hair. Judging by her actions and the way she dresses, she doesn’t follow tradition. She came from a prominent family in Mindanao, well- educated and is married to an equally prominent man. As told by my mother, she’s the youngest wife and the most favored. “I bought some fruits while waiting for Sabrina to finish her class. I didn’t know there are some happenings around here.” She was happily

--- That evening, James appeared at Amiriam's doorstep with a crumpled sheet in his hand. "What is this?" she asked. "A drawing," he said proudly. "Of our family.". She unfolded it slowly. Stick people—some with glasses, some with enormous grins. "That's you," he pointed. "And that's Luke. That's me, Rita, Christy… and the woman you met yesterday. I included her as well." Amiriam looked at the stick-figure drawing of her mother. "Why did you draw her?" "Because you came home with a smile. And she must mean something to you."

It was my loss. "Really? What's its name?" "Child of the Mountain." Amara's eyes sparkled with interest before dimming slightly. Hmph, it's not that impressive. Amara hummed."Hmmm...what is that about?" Arima-san opened and closed her mouth perhaps mentally summarizing the plot in her head. "Surpassing amazing parents." Amara clapped her hands together, her eyes twinkling. "Ah! So... the parents are the mountains? I see, that sounds like a good read."