Rama Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 30 The Dinner Date Amara’s POV “Tell me you have plans tomorrow night,” Rami said as he handed me a chilled bottle of water, his tall frame leaning casually against the counter in his clinic’s private recovery room. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, veins tracing his forearms like delicate blue maps, and he was smiling at me like he already knew the answer. I narrowed my eyes, suspicious. “Plans? You mean more checkups where you force feed me carrot sticks and lecture me about iron rich meals?”

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Ryan assured and Amelia sighed. "Are all the scrolls written in symbols?" she asked. "No, not all of them but most of them are. It's mostly the books that are written in English but a few of them are also written in symbols. Everything you see here simply contains history and it's all arranged accordingly which means, you can't just pick randomly to read. You need to start from the beginning to have a better understanding. Anyways, enough about my precious collection. I only wanted to show you what I loved the most growing up since you want us to get to know each other. We still have other places to explore," Ryan told her with a wide smile on his face.

Chapter 15 Aurora stood frozen behind the old garage. Her heart thudded against her ribs as Liam handed over the thick envelope to Roman Crane. She’d heard of him before. Everyone had. Roman was the kind of man mothers warned their daughters about. Cold. Dangerous. Leader of the Crimson Sons biker gang. The kind of man who could have someone killed just by blinking. And now, she was standing five feet away from him. Roman’s eyes locked on hers. “She’s not part of the deal.”

Luciano's POV "I said, I won't go with you," Amara snapped at Raul who looked all confused at her behavior. Damn, that petite sweet can be a handful sometimes. Well, This was exactly what I had expected. Amara refuses to follow Raul. No matter what he told her, she stood her ground and didn't move an inch. My heart was gladdened because I already informed the man to carry her. I readjusted myself on my seat while I watched them through the laptop. The one place my eyes were fixed on was where Raul's hand was placed.

She said through gritted teeth. "Your art gave it away. Did you really think I would never find you?" In retrospect, Xavier recalled attending the exhibition with Chiara and Genevra last night. In fact, he had to thank Chiara for this. She stumbled upon a masterpiece and it reminded her so much of Xavier's own verdant garden back in Rome. The one he had shown Megan, where they shared their first kiss. The glorious full moon shine vividly on the lake, and the water smooth as glass. There were too much similarity not to notice.

It was her first time speaking that much in class, and now every pair of eyes was on her. The lecturer hesitated, then cleared his throat. “Alright. For your assignment, write extensively on the significance of the ravens.” He smiled faintly. “Meanwhile, you can visit the school museum. There’s a portrait of Queen Elara- the one Monk Alphonso drew. It’s said her beauty was beyond words.” He picked up his notes and paused just before leaving. “Legend says, in the eyes of the Queen, only can the Raven King be restored.” Liana’s head tilted. “In the eyes of the Queen…” she repeated under her breath.

The name on the first page stopped my breath cold. Ravenna Northwood. “What the hell…?” I whispered, trembling. “What’s Mom’s diary doing here?” My hands shook as I stared at the cover. And deep in my chest—I felt something shift.

“Hmm, I can handle it. At least… we can make use of this sudden marriage of my mom’s.” “Lila, didn’t you sleep last night? Your face looks tired and your eyes are red. Did that guy bother you?” “Oh, you always catch me. No, it wasn’t Ryan. I had a weird dream, and I heard a word in a language I’ve never heard before… Râ… Râmiki.” Adam looked at her sharply—more sharply than she had ever seen on his face—then quickly put his calm smile back on. “Do you remember what I told you, Lila?”

lips lingered a beat too long, sending a spark straight to my core. “So, you want to be with me, Caramella?” “I thought I made that clear last night, Mr. D’Amano,” I snapped, shooting him a playful glare. His chuckle, deep and rich, vibrated through me, fanning the heat in my belly. “Raul, why do you own a strip club?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. He pursed his lips and leaned forward, resting an elbow on the cool table. “Four years ago, I was in Malibu for two months, going through… a rough patch. I thought watching women dance on a pole, maybe having a fling after, would fix me. But I wasn’t interested in just anyone. When I returned to LA, I left the club to