Komik Keluarga Amira Novels & Stories

Then he would take them all — the pain in one go! Amira’s body trembled as she pushed the two envelopes towards her son slowly. “This the truth that you were looking for...” she mumbled in a soft voice. “All your questions will be answered by these files, Kiel...” She added with a hint of sorrow lacing on her voice. “Mom...” Zadkiel interrupted his mother gruffly. “Why are you telling me all this huh?” he asked in bewilderment. “I'm taking a vacation after this family farce...” Amira mumbled softly darting her gaze away. “You bring the files in your home, alright?” she huffed and stood up from her seat. She stumbled towards her son's side and settled herself facing the young man.

He introduced himself with a bright smile. “ ‘Mira,” she greeted and sat at the table just as the servants brought out an array of cakes, cookies and other foods, and cups of milk. Amira tugged her hat off and sighed. Even at a young age, she was used to running wild in the woods, of course, with guards. Sitting down like this was boring. But she was with this important kid that her father wanted her to befriend. This other kid, Zev, spoke animatedly with Rhys, and they seemed like friends.

Mrs Jane was happily chattering about her daughters and Amirah smiled at the way Mrs Jane spoke of her daughters with so much fondness and joy and it was obvious how much she misses them. Amirah wondered if Hajiya ever spoke about her like that, at the thought of that she scoffed, Hajiya would never, not because she didn't love them but their accomplishments come first where she and her friends concerned, and where accomplishments were concerned, Hajiya would rather not talk about Adnan.

I growled, already shifting into my wolf before the words fully left my mouth. The summit grounds erupted into chaos. Fangs. Fire. Screams. Rogues poured in like waves, their eyes glowing red with madness. They weren’t feral. They were organized. I saw Liesendra’s father barking orders to warriors. Elders retreating behind protective circles. And in the center of it all was Amira. She was bloodied, one arm limp at her side, and yet she fought like a wild thing. She tore through three rogues in the span of a heartbeat, her movements fluid and deadly, like she was born for war.

He smirked and went down the hall. “Papa, can I sleep with you and Daddy tonight?” Amira asked, closing her coloring book. “Not tonight, sweetie. Daddy and I need to have a grown-up talk.” “But Daddy said I could…” she pouted. “And I said no. Go put your toys away so I can get you ready for bed.” “But Daddy—” she started again, lip trembling. “Amira,” I said, rubbing my temples. “Please don’t start crying. Just pick up your toys, okay?”

Elexier’s POV When we arrived at my men’s condo, Amira fell asleep in an instant. She cried all the way to here and she can’t calm herself. She is so dead tired from all the crying and I feel bad. I can’t help but to think that she won’t know all these, she won’t hurt like this if she haven’t met me in the first place. Then I won’t offer her the marriage thingy because I don’t know her. I feel bad for her. I’m sorry.

AMEIRA is on her way to the convenience store where she works. Everything you need for your home is already there, such as food, materials, and paint. Her hands were in her pockets as she headed to work. She wore a long black cloak, which she used to wear so that she would not be recognized. Maybe she didn't want anyone to recognize her identity because her beauty undeniably grabs attention, she doesn't know why.

I replied. She peeked into the other paper bags and checked the rest of the items in the carton. I regretted not taking them home earlier. After we had put away all my purchases, I invited Amira to eat. I let her order her food. I couldn't help but smile while eating. She was enjoyable to be with, and her genuineness was apparent. Love Rein was always on her mind, which she kept mentioning until we finished eating. Amira shared with me that she was an orphan. She had siblings but they already had their own families. Her parents passed away when she was still young. Tita Marry acted as her guardian as she grew up and started working.

CJ wants Amira to be family some day? Wow! "Well, nice to meet you, Cedric. I'm Amira and this is my home, welcome." Amira is being really nice and warm towards CJ. I know Amira. She doesn't act like this with strangers. She must have been fascinated with CJ. "What will you have? Coffee? Juice?" "Nothing, really." "I insist." CJ sighs. "Fine. Coffee will do." And now, CJ is stirring some sugar into the coffee Amira just made him.

Bruce and Miguel excitedly say. Amira chuckles. "I am not a mermaid.” Disappointment draws on the kids' faces. "What are you then?" the same girl asks, scrutinizing Amira with her wide-set, gray eyes. "I—I," Amira stutters as she finds it hard to say what she really is. "I am a mortal just like you, what else should I be?" The kids ague as Liza the eldest among them insists that Amira shouldn't come with them. But with the votes of three over one, Liza has no choice but to give up her arguments.