Novel & Cerita The Amaya

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.

Amaya blinked rapidly and shook her head, trying to compose herself. Why was she even paying attention to this? Why did it matter that Tiana was getting close to him? “Amaya,” Zara said, pulling her back to reality. “You okay?” “Yeah,” Amaya replied too quickly. “I’m fine. Why?” Zara gave her a curious look. “You’re staring.” Amaya’s cheeks warmed, and she looked away sharply. “I wasn’t. I was just… observing.” “Observing,” Zara repeated with a little laugh. “Right. Sure.”

'She's too precious for this world' Amy thought and cupped her cheeks as she stares at Amelia happily. "I'm glad" Anne suddenly said as she sighs. "Anne?" Helga said. "Oh, I'm just glad that madam Lia isn't the kind of person we all thought her to be. She really suits the master" Anne said and smiled with relief. Amelia felt herself blush after hearing Anne's compliment. "Oh! madam Lia is blushing! How cute!" Maisy chuckled. "Maisy," Helga said, calling Maisy's name with firmness in her tone.

It was going to be a tough battle of the mind and all Anna could do was help her save her soul from drowning in misery. “It’s okay Amaya. It’s just you and me here. Tell me, how you’re feeling?” Anna tries to press further. Amaya had been showing signs of anxiety disorder and was suffering from PTSD. Bottling up her emotions was going to kill her slowly from within. “I feel dirty,” Amaya drops the words slowly, her voice a little hoarse maybe from her recent screaming. She suddenly looks up to meet Anna’s gaze, her eyes holding so many mixed emotions like she was about to break down.

I don’t have the patience for idle chatter. When I finally step into the hall, the air feels cooler, almost expectant. The corridor is quiet, lantern light spilling in warm pools along the floor. That’s when I see her. Amaya moves silently down the hall, balancing a tray with effortless grace. Her hair falls loose around her face, a dark veil catching the light. She doesn't see me, or maybe she does and just pretends not to. Either way, she walks past, steady and self-contained, like she carries her own gravity.

Yifa continued to gaze at Amaya , her eyebrows furrowed, feeling a mix of confusion and frustration at the woman's behavior. Amaya 's tone turned cutting as she remarked, "You must be out of your mind to even consider starting a relationship with someone like Killian . The look on your face when I mentioned our connection was priceless!" Her laughter bubbled up once again as she reminisced about Yifa 's expression. Trying to hold back her tears, Yifa bit her lip, refusing to break down in front of Amaya . Despite the harshness of her words, she couldn't deny the truth in them. Yes, she had been deluding herself. Overwhelmingly so.

I promise that my scream will be heard by the other pack members," stated Bianca. She was afraid, believing that the ghost of Amaya was haunting her. Then, very carefully, Amaya got up from the chair and faced Bianca. When Amaya mentioned Bianca's look, a smirk appeared on her lips. "Hi," Amaya continued to smirk. "Who… who are you?" Bianca enquired. "Oh…you can't recognize me because of my new face, really sorry about that," Maya murmured, turning to face her. Amaya stated, "By the way, I go by the name Amaya," with a hint of malice.

I replied, brushing off the dirt off my clothes. Alex's expression softened. "It is. But understand that it isn’t solely your burden to bear alone. We’re here to support you at all times." His words, though simple, carried the weight of truth. The pack's unity was our greatest strength, and I was beginning to feel that bond deeply. --- The hours passed by quickly, and the night’s hue darkened deeper. I sat by the fire, catching my breath from the spar. Maya approached me, her presence as gentle as usual. She gave me a cup containing herbal medicine, the steam rising in the cool wind.

Roman replied, handing the baby to Camila. "What are we going to call her?" Roman tilts his head to the side as if in thought, smiled and then said "Amila Romie Romero" Camila laughed " That's just our names alternated" Roman nodded sheepishly "exactly Mila, I want her to always remember how much we love her". He pressed a kiss on her forehead and smiled. So did Camila. And so did little Amila.