Mi Amora Novels & Stories

Amelia, due to nervousness, was glancing around the room as she tried to avoid the eyes of her mother-in-law. "Um. I'm Morana, Damian's mother" Morana said and offers her hand to Amelia. Amelia took it as she flashes a smile. "I'm Amelia, although, you knew it already," she said. "I'm her mother, Delphina" Delphina, Amelia's mother said as they also shook hands. "My name is William, I'm Amelia's father," William said while also shaking hands with Morana. "My, I didn't know your parents would be here. I should have prepared some gifts" Morana said with an embarrassed smile.

“It’s big British dick to you, wanker.” I roll my eyes and move on. “…And to his right is my brother Rowan.” Rowan’s face sharpens as he roams his eyes across Amara in recognition. He leans close and rests his folded arms across the table, “You’re the Arcata, High beauty queen?” Amara swallows and nods her head. Haley giggles and waves. “Oh yeah, Amara has run and won Miss Arcata High three years in a row. She’s seriously talented.”

If I focus on anything they’re saying, I… I can’t. I can’t. My head feels light. I swallow the rest of the liver whole and go for the neck. The feel of bones crunching beneath my teeth helps chase away my thoughts. Leaving Amora was the right choice, Kian snaps. End of story. Amora. Amora. A name with Latin origins, commonly used in Spanish and French cultures. Meaning: love. Wolves like us will never understand love. Shadows like us will never understand it. I rip the rabbit’s neck out and chew through the tendons and bones.

So something is already injected into their bodies that no one wants to see or know. Ranks are based on letters, with A being the first, followed by the next. Ameira was ranked first because her body was the most powerful, and when it comes to intelligence, she has the highest IQ among the rest. That's why she became the special subject of every experiment and was too horrible to remember her past. She doesn't want to remember any part of her past.

ALPHA GREYSON (Part 7) "Her name is Amara Brooks, and she is an orphan from the Western Regions. She is not a member of any packs, and... There's not much information about her," Miguel informed me. I stared at that girl's documents, in her photo, and the more I stared at her picture, the more I noticed resembles between her and the Princess of Rema Kingdom.

“Aria, don’t.” But I wanted to believe. Just this once. That maybe it wasn’t a joke. That maybe he had asked. That maybe tonight could be different. So I stepped forward. My legs felt like they weren’t mine. He was over the drink table, talking to Amira,his mate, or so people in town say. Amira the most beautiful girl in town, most people say she has the blood of the moon goddess. But as he saw me his face turned towards me. As soon as our eyes met I forgot to breathe.

What were Amira's dreams all about? Who is Princess Amira?

She always does that which I find cute. "Hey you.. how are you.." She pulled away, "good and you..." "Good.. umh so this is my friend Olivia.... dude, this is Amora.." They shook hands and my friend looked at me, "she's very beautiful and young.." then she turned to Amora, "how old are you? 19?" Oh God this girl was going to be the death of me. Amora laughed shyly and shook her head, "I'm.. I'm.. 22.."

Theon’s eyes widened in shock, mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came. Slowly, I turned to face her. Marissa. Or Tatiana, as she’d once been called. Her true name, the name that she was born with. I refused to want to see her as a Marissa, the weak woman that she has become. But then again, names were irrelevant now. She was a different woman now, a different person. She stood before me, bathed in the eerie glow of the setting sun filtering through the shattered windows, her hair cascading around her face, eyes glinting with dark amusement. My breath caught at her beauty, as perfect as the day I’d lost her, no, as perfect as the day she betrayed me. As perfect as I've seen her, and

I demanded, turning fully to face him. He took my hand gently. “She’s working as a waitress in the human world. Took a new name and identity. She now goes by the name Lia Storm.” “Lia Storm?” I repeated, the name tasting bitter on my tongue. Dimitri nodded. “We’re keeping eyes on her, but we have to be careful.” “What are we waiting for?” I said, already turning to move. “Let’s go get her. We need to know who pushed me that night. Who sent her to get me.”