Miya Asama Novels & Stories

I reply honestly. “We heard one named Asami Kira was working here as a DJ,” the one on the left with the green eyes hisses. “I can tell you with certainty that no one named Asami Kira works here. I haven’t even heard that name until now and no Japanese female works in this establishment, let alone as a DJ,” I snarl. “We must be mistaken. Our informant has lied to us or you are deceiving us in some way, but I detect no lies,” the one on the right, with red eyes says calmly.

Queen Amira – "Hello, who am I speaking with? I am Ashina's mother." I realized that I sounded tired; I was no longer the dynamic queen I used to be. However, I was curious to learn how and why Ashina had arrived here in the first place. It is far too dangerous for her to be in this environment. Dean — “My name is Dean, and I'm a warrior that's part of a large gathering of shifters. Taking down Malcolm is Ashina's mission. We need to figure out what to do about the maid who escaped with her daughter. Does she pose a threat to our mission?”

she asked, trying to sound professional despite her growing frustration. Joe puffed on his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke that curled into the night air. “Mia Stone.” Allie’s eyes widened. “Mia Stone? Isn’t she shooting a new film with Cameron in Hollywood?” Mia Stone was a legend. She’d burst onto the scene at sixteen and dominated the entertainment world for over a decade, winning countless awards and becoming a global icon. Recently, she’d made history as the first Asian lead in a Cameron blockbuster, cementing her international stardom. Beyond her professional accolades, Mia Stone’s personal life was equally captivating—a puzzle the media had yet to solve.

Then she turned to Mia. Took both her hands. The same gesture as the video call. The same holding. Like she needed to confirm through touch that Mia was real rather than just a voice through a screen. “Mia,” she said. “Mrs. Holt,” Mia said. “Amara,” she said immediately. “Please.” She looked at Mia’s face. “You’re exactly as I imagined.” “How did you imagine me?” Mia asked. Amara looked at her. The corner of her mouth moved, the same movement as her son’s almost smile.

Chelsea’s cheeks flushed red as she greeted him back, flashing her most beautiful smile at him. What was that? I felt a sting on my leg as Chelsea’s hand pinched me again. "Oh hey, I'm... Mia" I waved at him, feeling a satisfied grin creep up on Chelsea’s face. "Hi, I'm Amson. Nice to meet you, Mia," he said, stretching out his hand to me. "Oh, same...Amos" I answered, right before Chelsea slightly punched me in the tummy. I looked around the restaurant, my stomach churning. The two lovers were already getting along quickly, and that brought a smile to my face. But still, three is a crowd, and I knew better than to ruin the moment for both of them.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

Amaria and the maid walked down the hallway and stopped in front of a huge wooden door that led to the dining room. The maid bowed and said,“ she is waiting for you inside, I shall take my leave” and left. Amaria pushed the door open gently and saw a woman sitting at the end of a very long table. ' Diana, Luna of The Moonstone pack, and Queen of Ashmael Empire is sitting in front of me, this is such a great honor,' Amaria thought trying to hide how excited she was. The queen had a cunning smile on her face as she stared at Amaria with her shrewd Amethyst eyes,“ Lady Amaria, please have a sit”

Apparently no one liked the way she smiled either. However, before anyone could stop her, Asmara went over to the refreshments table and picked up a champagne flute and a spoon and banged the spoon on the glass to get everyone’s attention, as if she didn’t already have it. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!” Asmara placed the spoon back on the table and raised her glass. “A toast to my dear friend, Amber Rose for the successful launch of her new makeup like ‘Glitter in the Dark’! As some of you might or might not know, I’m Asmara Milano, one of Hollywood’s top interior designers and I’ve recently decided to shift to New York! So a month from now, I’ll be throwing a housewarming party and e

And Aronohai Misa’s best friend and wrangler. She walks past the curious eyes of the elites and clamps a hand down on Misa’s shoulder. Something only she can do because they are almost the same height— and she is the one least likely to get her arm ripped off by Misa. All I know about Amane Riko is that she is known as an alpha with an easygoing demeanor, and she isn’t known to be cruel to omegas… “You all seem to be enjoying the show…”. She might as well have sprayed teargas at the spectators with the speed at which they dispersed.