Komik Keluarga Amira Mga Nobela at Kwento

" Travis said. "But father___" Amira was going to say but her father was quick to halt her. "Huh, this is what we would do, we are going to agree on something when I come back. We both are going to go out and I promise to take you to the children's park to have fun, remember you wanted to go on that bumpy car ride and the rollercoaster?" Travis said. "Yes, uhhh___ can I also ride the horse ride?" Amira asked. "Of course, whatever you want baby! I promise to go to whatever ride you want." Travis assured rubbing the little girl's hair.

"I'm not really connected to the Algernon family. I'm Cruzita's step-sister. She never treated me like family. I made Amira what she is today. I invested in her life so she could repay me by helping me bleed the Algernon family dry." Linda nodded. "Oh, I understand now. So, why am I here?" Kayla curtly said, "Stay quiet." Then she glared at Amira, her voice dripping with contempt. "Explain yourself, Amira. What game are you playing? You've not been giving me any good results lately." Amira's eyes flickered with fear and defiance. "I did what I had to do. Aidan needs to focus on our future, not get distracted by Karina and that child."

‘I know what it is to lose your parents when you are young. ‘Yes, I suppose you do.’ ‘You must miss them.’ ‘I do...’ Abdullah cocked his head. ‘You sound uncertain.’ ‘No, of course not.’ Amira bit her lip. ‘It’s only that I didn’t actually know them all that well. They were away so much... I miss the idea of them, if that makes sense. Of what—what I wish we could have been like as a family. That probably sounds strange.’ Abdullah shook his head. ‘Not strange at all,’ he answered quietly, and Amira wondered if he missed the family he could have had too: loving parents, supporting him even now.

Amira stared at the broken glass on the table in front of her as the water from that glass slowly flowed down the table to the floor. Amira looked at Luther as he stared at her. “You know me, Amira. I don’t want anyone whose name to be mentioned every time we talk,” said Luther. “You still haven’t changed,” Amira says, continuing to eat. “Are demons like that?” “Why Amira, is this how our child behaves?” Luther asked.

Hi my dears! This is Rima! I apologize for the delay! I am having my final exams in thsi period! Please stay tuned and write me your reviews and comments! First I thought that Amira should be a grwon up women, then I thought that there's almost no fun in the life of adults! So I regressed her age a bit to look like a teen; Nothing is supposed to make sense in this story, but carrying on you will discover that it actually made sense from the very beginning, I promise! hhhh

His family already recognizes her as his true love, and even if the rest of the pack doesn’t, she can still have a comfortable life inside the pack house and outside working her family’s business, there isn’t anything they can’t get through. Even though his birthday is still a couple of weeks away, Amira has been going back and forth between the Greybane pack house and her own, bringing over gifts and decorations to set up for his party. His parents have been storing and stashing everything she brings to keep it the best-kept secret from Isaac. Just a little bit longer, and they will have their happily ever after. ~*~

She recalled his deep green eyes, blushing lightly, "Fuck me." Amira sat at the table while Miss J took the book she was given and walked off into the restricted section behind the small desk. She had flipped the open sign and unlocked the door, and taken a seat at the table while she waited. After her shower, she put on a tight shirt and jeans. She can’t wear anything revealing until her wounds heal. She pulled out her sketchbook and started to draw. Her mind was distracted to the Werewolf again. The large body, as black as the night sky. It’s fur was the softest thing she had ever felt in her life, and its eyes. They had this eerie glow to them, but they were kind and filled with concern f

Amira said dis entangling herself from Amir's arms. Amira was now fully aware of how exposed she was. She used her hands to cover her full breasts from Amir's gaze. "You're still my wife and I've seen you naked so many times, so why are you embarrassed?" Amir said "But you're here for the princess" Amira said "Was, until i saw you again, I'll just let her know I'm no longer interested and I've found my wife and child. It wouldn't be much of a problem" Amir said

Lucifer rudely responded to what Amira said. "Tell me" Amira spoke again. "I'm a product of a broken f*cking family. My Mama died because of Papa's excessive consumption. She died because of a heart attack, because my father kidnapped his secretary in the office and now she's my stepmother. She really hates me because I look like Mama. I don't cut my hair, so that Papa won't forget the sin he did to Mama. real wife than Mama. " Its a sad storytelling.

Couldn't take Amirah and two of her minions on at the same time. “I am going to ask you one last time," Amirah said, walking towards me menacingly. “Get your slutty claws off my man." I couldn't help the laugh that burst out. Amirah and her gang were so thrown off and confused. “What's so funny, you whore?" Amirah demanded. I wiped the tears from my eyes and fought to keep a straight face. “I'm sorry. It's just that you are so pathetically dense." “Excuse me?!" she demanded angrily.