The Amaya Novels & Stories

She stood and answered the call. " He... Hello mum." " It isn't Madam Ashley, this is Amaya." Amaya talked quickly. Sydney raises a brow. "Oh, why are you with my mother's phone Maya?" "Madam isn't well. She says she needs to see you now. She wants you in Arizona today." Amaya explained in a shaky tone. Sydney panicked. " How, what happened to her? Give my mother—" " I have to go now. Please come quick." The call ended.

Sam Style Ramos is an introvert person that captivated the heart of his ultimate avid fan. Sam’s grandmother is gravely ill , devoting himself and all of his effort to make her live longer even at the midst of Covid-19. By the help of the CAM application CEO, it opens a new opportunity for him. Mike as an avid fan helps Sam from his hardship and suicidal thoughts. The application makes sure Sam is the hottest streamer. By that time, he learned to strip off and entered the gay life which Mike Aquino Bautista tremendously waiting for. Thus, the application and heartbreak that damaged his entire life, will it give way for his heart to accept Mike without any hesitations?

he followed me in. "What happened to your pleasant mood Anam," he asked following me to the living room and getting his answer when he saw Ammar sitting on the couch. His cool demeanour immediately changed and I could see him stiffened. "Ayan you know him from that day but still I will introduce you two Ayan this is Ammar, Ammar this is Ayan" Ammar got up from the couch and held his hand for Ayan. Ayan shook his hand but kept quiet. "Anam's best friend, nice to meet you," Ammar said.

Amaya suddenly appeared, taking a seat beside me on the log that Garret and I had claimed as our own. "Oh God, please don't make me think about that," I shuddered at the thought of my escaped fate. "Sorry, but seriously, I'm so damn relieved he didn't claim you tonight," she said, shaking her head and crossing her ankles. Amaya was dressed in her favorite pair of black leather boots, paired with a long sheer black dress. Her hair was mostly tied up in a lazy bun, with a few loose locks framing her face. "You and I both!" I nodded in agreement.

“She’s worried but proud of you, too.” I looked at Amaya then, really looked—at the pink in her cheeks, the quiet way her fingers twisted the hem of her hoddie, the strength she didn’t even seem aware she radiated. She didn’t look like a girl hiding. She looked like someone about to change the world, whether she realized it or not. “Thank you,” she said into the phone, sincere and steady. Makayla’s response was classic Makayla: “Just keep him alive long enough for me to tell him I told you so.”

she whispered to Nelo as they entered the car. “Stop, stop, I need to stop by and check some dresses,” Amaya yelled to the driver after they had driven for some minutes. “You don't need to follow us—” she was saying to Laura. But Laura was already getting out of the car. “Not debatable,”she said, marching forward. Amaya and Nelo exchanged knowing glances. She pretended to check out some dresses in the changing room and from there she took off with Nelo joining her from the outside.

The woman glanced up at the question and fixed her eyes into the young man's as if questioning his intentions before he flashed a toothed smile and tilted his head to the side. The woman cleared her throat and wiped her cheeks, where a few stray tears fell. "I'm Amaya." She quietly answered. Ash nodded at the name as he held out his hand for a handshake.

I tossed the ones I’d just worn into the wash before heading back out. Amaya was in the living room, crouched over the TV, flipping through streaming options. Her hair was still damp, her legs folded under her on the couch. “What movie is it?” I asked, moving closer. She glanced over her shoulder at me and her lips began to quiver like she was hiding a grin. “Something light. You’ve probably never watched it before.” “Try me,” I challenged, sitting down on the couch beside her. “It’s a rom-com.”

As Ameira waited for the charge, her hands were on her pocket and she focused on her feet as she remained silent for a few moments. She feels like destiny's playing a trick on her. Why on earth do they keep bumping into each other? Does it look like romance? Samara walked toward them and handed them the payment. Her eyes landed on Ameira. "Aren't you going to great your friend?" Samara asked out of the blue, raising her eyebrows with a smile on her face. After receiving the fee, Ameira immediately pocketed it in the cloak she was wearing. "Thanks, but I don't have one," she said bitterly in a low tone before entering the elevator first.

“Great, we will be leaving right away. Did you want to change, we will travel by nightmare.” “Nightmare?” Amaya asked, confused. “Essentially a demonic horse that can torment anyone who touches it with nightmares, and before you ask, I have a plan on how you two can ride without the side effects.” Amaya looked down at her jeans and t-shirt and looked up at me, “I’m good to go, Abigail, did you want to borrow some pants?” “Sure, I have never worn anything, but this style of dress and I could use a new look.” She smiled as she followed Amaya from the room.