Robert Aramayo Novels & Stories

All this time, Aranjo always thought that the demon was her friend, but in reality it was not like that. The friend not only did not defend her, but also imposed such a cruel punishment. "What is he ... is the friend you said helped you out of the fog forest, The Emperor?" asked Ara. Ara remembered, Aranjo once told a friend she met in the fog forest. A demon with silver hair, only the Emperor had such a look in the entire realm. Aranjo nodded and said, "He's not my friend! The name friend does not deserve him!" Aranjo walks back to his parents ' house. She also has memories of her time in the mortal world.

But, Amaris doesn't have any siblings that I know of—her only friend being that one boy that took his life a few days ago. When I heard what happened, I felt sick, wishing that I could have done something more, knowing that I should have stepped in and stopped it. Instead, I went to my father—but he forbade me from stepping in, we do not interfere with human ordeals, he had said.

These wolves were enemies who were waiting for me to flank, and that was not something that I planned on giving them. Arturo entered the room and smiled at me, noticing that I didn’t try to mask my pain from him. He didn’t like it when I tried doing so, and though I knew that, I also didn’t like showing my pain to him, especially since I knew that it saddened him. “A penny for your thoughts?” He asked, wanting to make me smile before he sat on the edge of the bed beside me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me to his chest as he did.

Exactly like mine had been a year ago. I wasn't a vengeful person, but the sight gave me a sense of peace. "It's enough." I said softly. "Let him go." "Why are you protecting him?" Mariano's tone was accusatory. "I'm not. He's not worth it." He grunted. "I'm going to kill him." "No, you're not. You're better than that." Now it was Arthur's turn to snort.

AMARACHI What is going on in my life? I wept without restraint as i buried my face in my hands. I shook uncontrollably. I felt Nonso's hand on my back,trying to calm me down. "Amara..."he began but i cut him short immediately. "Amara what?why are all these happening to me? Am i that bad of a person?"I lamented trying to control my tears. He stood silent for some seconds before pulling me into a deep embrace.

I shook my head, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I will never understand Americans,” was all I replied. Amaya was born and raised in America. I may have gone to school in England as a child, but I was a Spaniard through and through. Gathering my thoughts, I looked at her sharply. “What’d you do with the body?” “Rob-ert,” Amaya said his name in a sing-song voice, “is going to enjoy some time at the bottom of the Harlem River. I’ve made sure to cast enough spells that nobody notices his corpse.”

"I didn't know you were having fun with your little girl..." “Ray, what are you doing here?” Arman asked the man. "Well, I'm here to give you all of these records about the La Casa massacre and deaths." Ray put the white folder down on the desk. Arman took the folder but didn't open it or look inside. After putting it on his desk, it took him a minute to say anything. "I'll talk to you tomorrow," he said with a sigh as he turned around. "But please, master the art of knocking next time."

she closed the door behind her and dropped the tray on his desk. The office was such a mess; he had paper works everywhere on his table and even on the floor. “what have you been doing in here, everything looks so….sad” Harley said as her eyes wandered around the office like it wasn’t even something good to look at “I have been trying to see if I could find a way to…save the remaining people at Haynes technologies and maybe find the first alpha Grey created which is Experiment 25…. Roman St Laurent” he handed Roman’s file to her which she collected hastily.

I heard a knock on my door and I needed no one to tell me that they were there already. "Come in," I urged them and the door clicked open, revealing the figures of Raul and Amara. "Good day, boss," he greeted and dropped Amara softly and she landed on her feet. I nodded my head and he bowed slightly and walked out of the room. Amara looked uncertain. The expression on her face shows that she was not interested in what he was doing. "Did you have to tell him to carry me? I felt uncomfortable," she disclosed a bit calmer than I expected and I tapped the keyboard of my laptop softly.

I felt the being in me spur but I clenched my fist to hold myself back. “Eleanor, not now...not here please...” I pleaded with myself as I took deep breaths to calm myself. “Choose one Arthur Murray.” Arthur looked at me briefly and then at Samantha. He must choose one. He must save one head. Me or Samantha Jo. His past or his present. My chest thudded hard against my ribs as I waited, not sure what exactly I should hope for his answer to be. But then he said, “You choose the terms but I choose the day. Exactly two weeks from today and you will combat my Luna.”