Novel & Cerita Komik Keluarga Amira

"Of course not. You think it was easy for Amira. The Romano family was a mess; they were childless, so at some level they wanted a child, but that child was not her. Amira had to pull a lot of strings to make them accept her." Was my father making that call part of those strings she pulled as well? Was that what that phone call was about? Though the question remained, why? A fucker of the highest order, like my father, never did anything that was not in his interest. "She also used her powers to compel them, coercing them to keep her safe, treat her well, and never physically harm or abuse her, and…" Set cut Aaron mid-sentence, yelling at him, reflecting my anger. "You call that keeping her

They shared school projects, secrets, and even punishments when Rosa caught them sneaking out to the gelato shop past midnight. It was around fifteen that Amira’s ambition began to sharpen into something unshakable. One evening, she sat cross-legged on her bed, news articles scattered across the duvet. A headline about a local family losing their home to a predatory lender had lit a fire in her chest. “These people,” she muttered, tapping the paper, “they steal from those who have nothing… just like—” She cut herself off, throat tightening. “Like what happened to your parents,” Luca finished gently, sitting beside her.

Harrison. “Girl! Come here, quick!” Amirah’s voice floated from the ground floor. I called back, “Why?” “Just come down!” I chuckled under my breath and made my way downstairs. She wasn’t alone. “B, I want you to meet this beautiful family!” Amirah said, pulling me beside her. I leaned toward her ear. “What if they tell Daddy?” “Sheesh. They don’t even know him.” The family smiled — a warm, easy kind of smile that made me straighten my back a little. A couple, two boys maybe a year or two older than us, and two girls around ten and fifteen.

“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.

The New Family Amira’s stay with the Barad family seemed to have attracted more blessings to the family as they all recorded profound progress in their daily life endeavours, which Kamala had not failed to notice that she found her more endearing. On one of the nighttime discussions with her husband, Kamala affirmed Amira was the light that came to the family because their livelihood and general wellbeing had improved since she became a part of them.

****Alex**** I looked at the children gathered around Amira, and I felt a surge of emotion. I had never had children of my own, and I have never thought that I would have the opportunity to be a father figure. But here I was, with Amira and her children, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and wonder. I watched as Amira interacted with the children, and I saw the love and affection that I has for them. I knew that she was a good mother, and I felt honored to be a part of their family.

She had a spatula, a remote, and some plastic cups for toys and I smiled thinking about our little spoiled brat back home with all her barbies and tea set toys. “Are you having fun?” Mr. Uwir asked me while I sat and played with Shyalah. “Yes. Thank you so much for inviting me Mr. Uwir.” I said, just as his wife sat beside me. “Ivy. Our grandmother can read palms if you believe in that stuff.” Amira, a beautiful raven haired woman in her late thirties, said to me. “Thanks, but I’m too much of a coward for that. I mean I know I’ll only be anxiously living my day to day life wondering when her predictions are going to come true.” I said and Amira laughed, shaking her head.

The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of roses and lavender. "Wow, I have to say this is amazing." Amira laughed out loud; she would never been this excited before. As she looked at each portrait on the wall, she felt the child inside her bubble up with excitement. She had a thing for painting, and she loved it, but her father would never let her touch a paintbrush, calling what she did a wasted talent.

amara's eyes filled with tears by stopping the tears to come out from eyes, amara said "every corner of this house is filled with her memories, she runs whole house with pippin and her pet friends this place is like a mini zoo around her, she loves animals, she always cooks delicious items for us, she sits in this couch along with her father to watch cartoons she runs to the kitchen while nagging maa feed me maa maa, this is the chant I hear thousands of times in a day

“I have no other option but to take her back. But Amira! I can't let her go either, my wolf already loves her and threatens me constantly. Her beauty and purity only added fuel to the fire of his desire.” I smile, what the Beta says here about my friend is a real understatement. Amira is a wonderful person, nothing like the mean Xanne who was willing to trade our friendship for her own gain. And I already know she's a better match for him than Arbel. My overall feelings about this Alpha family remain negative, they are not people with whom one should associate.