Masane Amaha Novels & Stories

I glanced at Luca's direction but he didn't look back at me though I suspected him, I couldn't do anything because I was more interested in getting Amara back. "Send Amara back to me so we can end all of these. She's hurting and you know that," "How is Massimo and Shuri working things out, are they getting along?" He asked. "She's still with me but it's for a while because Massimo has been asking about her. That's why I want you to let Amara go so that we can end all of these," I told him but he laughed. "It's so funny how three brothers want the same woman, it's agreeable because she has the hottest body and a very sweet pussy. But the problem is that we can't have her at the same time," He

Amina said to her, on hearing she separated herself from her and looked at her with teary and asked her "but when???" Desperation clearly visible in her eyes. Amina sat on the bed beside her and said to her "very soon" "Very soon" she repeated her words like a child seeing which Amina gave her sad smile and said "Very soon, let’s talk about something else to change your mood. Why don't you tell me about YOUR MAAN??” A broad smile came on her face hearing her “YOUR MAAN”

Fareedah scrambled away and Amirah flinched at Maman Balele's loud tone. "I'll tell Mama you are here." Samir said heading outside. Na'eema skipped downstairs and immediately came to kneel in front of Maman Balele, "ina wuni mama." The old woman's features softened and she placed a hand gently on Na'eemah's head, "how are you doing?" "Alhamdulilah mama." "That is very good, hope these people are treating you well?" She asked giving Amirah a brief glare when their eyes met, Amirah bent her head immediately.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me." When I went to hold to photo behind my back, Malik grabbed the edge of it, stopping me. The photo is beautiful. Alexa and I had taken a trip to the Wisdom Pack, where it didn't always snow. It wasn't a Pack of beaches and the ocean, however, it was warm. The picture had Alexa's arm around me, an important museum behind us. I looked slightly rosy from the burn of the sun, while Alexa had a glow. "Who's this?" Malik asks finally, after taking a moment to inspect if.

the person took off his helmet and to no one surprise, it was Ammar. "What are you doing here" Anam snaps at him. I don't understand what is his problem, why he does he always pops up at the wrong timing "I came here to kidnap you," he said smugly, anam looked even more angry and ready to burst and before she could he spoke "I just came to pick you since you don't have your car " I was going to ask Anam but then I remember she told me Hayat has her car she wanted to drive out of town for some work. Before Ammar could say anything I spoke

I watched as the two of them embraced. "So, why exactly did you both come looking for me?" Maryanne clutched Ambrose's hand tightly while glaring at me with anger. "You took all of Ambrose's savings over the years. You have to give them back! You refuse to do anything for him, let alone make any sacrifices. You don't deserve to spend his money!" She then raised her face to look at Ambrose. Seeing her soft, tender gaze, he spoke once more. "Giselle, it's not safe for a woman to be carrying around that much money. Since Maryanne is asking… could you…"

Amara’s POV (Papa Luca’s Memory) I’m twelve. The sun is low, turning the lagoon copper and gold. The air smells of salt, lemongrass, and the faint smoke from Rocco’s grill on the deck behind us. Papa Luca sits beside me on the edge of the dock—legs dangling over the water, bare feet brushing the surface every time a small wave rolls in. He’s holding the little folding knife he gave me last birthday—the one with the bone handle he carved my initials into himself: A.M.

I shut the connection after that and added “Right after I make the lady of royalty scream my name.” Amanisa would be the main dish would be having for lunch… every other meal would be extra… side dishes.

I don’t know who Mademoiselle is, or why he’s holding out a hand like he’ll help me up when I’m standing right in front of him. Ama chuckles. “He’s making a gesture of friendship, dumbass. Take his hand and shake it.” My brow furrows. “Why?” Ama huffs out a sigh, wraps her fingers around the man’s hand, and gives it a small shake. “Lewis, I’m pleased to make your acquaintance. I’m Ama.” She turns toward me, her lips pressed together in a flat line. “That’s how we greet people outside the swamp. Think you can manage that?”

a strange man voice came “Yes, and who is this I am speaking to?” I asked “Mam I am Amanda’s security manager actually I was trying to contact Maaya Mam but she is not picking call so that I can pass the news too you,” he said worriedly “What news you want to tell me and do you know where she is right now?” I asked tensely as I look at Maaya “Mam sorry to inform you but can you come to Princes Bridge as soon as possible.” He said