Owlette Amaya 소설 & 이야기

“ And you are very weird . “ said both fo them at the same time . They looked at each other and couldn’t help but laugh . As soon as the plane got up , before leaving Amra received a message saying that her mother had fainted again but now was alright . Her expression immediately changed and she placed her phone back to her pocket then took out her headphone and mp3 where she had registered all the songs she liked to hear . When she was about to put her headphones Ayla stopped her . “ Cute headphones . I like the rose engraved on them with the letter A . “ They are custom made that’s why there’s a rose and the A letter . I can order you a pair if you want . “ said Amra with an immediate smil

His wings stretched back out behind him without him seeming to have moved a muscle at all and Megan marvelled again at their nature. "We are?" Dennis had a pleasant smile on his face. "Well, that's great." He turned to Megan with a whisper, "You're going to love watching this, Miss Months. I assure you." Adolf urged them a couple of steps backwards and as soon as they complied, an electric whirr resounded through the field with Olympus's AI voice coming up over some seemly invisible speakers in the area. "Ready to commence training sequence," it said. "Please confirm your identity whenever you're ready."

To make sense of the impossibility in front of me. Amaya shuffled to the couch and sat, slowly lowering the pink bundle onto a blanket spread across the cushions as if it were the most precious thing in the world. Alan knelt beside her, one hand on her back, the other gently folding back the corner of the blanket to reveal a tiny face. Pale cheeks. Dark lashes. A button nose that twitched slightly in her sleep. One wrinkled hand escaped its swaddle, fluttering like a butterfly wing in the air between us. “Gianna,” Amaya whispered, her voice all rasp and wonder. “Gianna Soleil Chambers.”

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes. Amaya was happy and didn't fail to hide it on her face, passing the demons littering around the castle and not even giving any of them a glance, she hummed. Finally, she will get what she wants. She went to her room and brought out a retro yellowish blank scroll and quill and sat down on her bed and began to write down on the scroll. Once she was done, she rolled it up, her smile wider than before. She left her bed and twirls around in circles in happiness.

She missed him so much. She had finished making the spear and was about to strike, when she felt a strong grip, she tried to wiggle away but her efforts where futile. She kept pushing and pulling but she couldn't free herself from the group. Amira recognized the Warriors to Beavertail Juan's but they didn't recognize her, she added the bids due to child beats so she looked chica which has shipped in fact do and the mold which splashed on her face while she was trying to find food prevented the Warriors from recognizing her. One of the warriors said

“So we don’t get to collapse either.” Autumn felt Gale’s chest rise with a slow breath. He was listening—not as a beta, not as something chosen or cursed—but as a wolf deciding what kind of future he wanted to stand in. Amaya stepped forward, her pup cradled against her chest. The small creature—no longer void-touched, no longer glowing—blinked up at the moon with ordinary, newborn curiosity. “My child was almost a weapon,” Amaya said quietly. “So were many of us. I won’t let that happen again.”

Welme said before leaving the room. "Did he die?" "Yes, my little flower! You defeated him!" "No, Blaze, not me! We! Me, you, my family,...Amaya! Where's Amaya?!" She asked, looking at me, then at Oren. "She...she ran away!" Oren was the first one to answer. "But why? And how did she turn into a wolf? How is this even possible?" "Love, you shouldn't worry about all of these now! It's not good for you and the baby," I said before realising.

“I told you. The rumours. Besides, Evelara does not get worked up about nothing. I had to know the one person who has managed to get under her skin." Heat patches glue themselves to my cheeks, and my wolf starts acting all odd. “Be careful, Amaya. Some things are better left dead,” he murmurs, before walking out.

“I don’t remember it hurting this much when I had Amaya. Speaking of Amaya, is she okay?” “She’s perfectly fine, she’s with her uncle Carter,” Ruby assured me. It’s been a little over a month since my wedding and since then, Amaya has taken a liking to Ruby and Carter. She rather spend time at their house in a village of vampires than in the New York house. Not that I could blame her; they did have a really nice house and the village had become a family for us. When Amaya was born, the doctors did a blood test and determined that she had 90% vampire blood, which means there was a huge chance that she would turn into a vampire once she was 18 years old. We are planning on doing the same with