Masane Amaha Novels & Stories

“Thanks to my wonderful cook and housekeeper, everything runs fine around here. Otherwise, we would have all starved. So what would you like?” “Coffee will be great,” I smiled. “Be right back,” Amara gave me a bright smile and then walked out. I sat there, staring around and again marveling at how comfortable and homey Leo and Amara’s new home was. The Ammassari Mansion was a fortress just like the Baldocchi mansion is. But this…this was a home. “So, what brings you here?” Amara asked, returning with my cup of coffee. “Everything alright? How is it going along with Maximus?”

Celine asked in a whisper as she caught them looking at her sister. "I think Charlotte likes Vermin." Amairah said as she couldn't tell he was his mate. It was her private matter. Celine looked at her sister and observed her expressions. She was zoned out while looking at Vermin. "I think she does." Celine also shook her head as they all got interrupted by Mana's whistle. "It's time for a break." Mana announced as they all came back soaked in sweat. Until now the score was equal. "Do you need to change your shirt." Amairah asked him as he came to sit beside her. She handed him the water she was holding for him.

"I give you principal charge of their pleasure. They will be here for two weeks. Mahana is Tahitian for sun and I think that you'll realize that Mahana is the sun incarnate on this earth, for nothing but joy emanates from her at all times." "I shall enjoy the opportunity," Mahana said, a radiant smile on her face as she looked at her three new charges. "Are you thirsty or hungry?" Mahana asked. "Or do you require a massage or even more intimate relief?" "All of the above," Krista replied with a laugh, "and in that order." "I must go now," Raimana said. "You are in very capable hands with Mahana, but always feel free to come see me for any reason. Mahana, please explain to them about swimming

“Please, sit.” As if on cue, a maid appears with a silver tea service, setting it down on the coffee table. Steam rises from the spout in delicate curls, carrying the scent of chamomile and honey. “Nana sends her regrets,” Amara says as I sink into the empty space beside her. “She’s turned in for the evening.” I nearly laugh at the obvious lie, knowing full well that Kane’s wife would rather sleep on broken glass than share tea with me. But the thought barely registers, lost among the heavier concerns weighing on my mind.

She immediately forced a small smile onto her face. Daniel leaned slightly closer without looking at her directly. “You’re easy to read when you’re upset,” he murmured. Ama lowered her voice. “And you’re impossible to read at all.” For the first time, his eyes flickered with something faintly amused. “That’s usually an advantage.” Before Ama could respond, another businessman approached them with a bright grin. “Mr. Mensah! Finally.” The older man shook Daniel’s hand enthusiastically before turning toward Ama. “And this must be your beautiful wife.”

I wonder what's with the long face . Me : Sweetheart Amahle : What do you want ? And the attitude , what did l do wrong now ? Me : Babe are you ok Amahle : Don't you dare call me that or you can as well use it to call that thin ugly betty Was lost , didn't get what she was saying . Me : Who is that ? Amahle : Nxaa , now you are playing dull with me . The girl who were holding hands with at the mall yesterday Me : I didn't go to the mall yesterday

Over the next several days, Malakai noticed that Amani had fallen into a deep sadness. She barely ate and showed no desire to venture outside their chambers. Determined to lift her spirits, Malakai decided to whisk her away on another boat ride down the serene Blackclaw River, taking advantage of the beautiful weather.

Striker's brows shot to his forehead. It was nothing new. Every other day, Amanah had to run for her life. The poor lady would die of a heart attack someday. “ Cute. ” He giggled wickedly again. “ Cockroaches are not cute, Prince Ryder. ” Amanah huffed, placing a hand over her chest. “ Cute! ” Ryder glared at her with his black eyes.

Amaia grunted in annoyance as she can’t concentrate on doing monthly reports on her laptop. Rei looking at her with sad eyes, as she wanted to say something. She doesn’t want Amaia to berserk in anger. Amaia has anger issues and it might be difficult to step on her lines. She will do something terrible making the mansion guards and maids result in begging to go home. Rei let a low sad growl and lean his white furry head on the black carpeted floor.

Amara smells like soap, wrapped in warmth after her bath. She smiles a little before saying, “How has your day been so far?” That’s right, I say. A fine day. Once Jane’s been paid and the children are asleep, out back Amon and I take a seat. Down beneath us, the city of Kampala glows with tiny blinking lights. “Thank you,” I say. “For today. For not giving up on us.” “Never. Even when everything is falling apart, even when you can’t be present — never.”