The Amaya Novels & Stories

“Anna, let’s go shopping and then hit a bar for some karaoke!” Her voice came through the phone, sounding a bit tired. “Sorry, Amelia, I have to work.” “Just take a day off! I’ll give you $10,000 if you spend the day with me!” “Oh, beautiful Princess Mia, I’d be delighted to serve you!” I drove the red Porsche Cayenne to pick up Anna. As soon as she got in, she gave me a big hug. “Darling, you finally saw the light! Are you ready to start living the high life?”

her eyes are shining with the threat of tears That instant. It just feel like my soul left my physical body. Cold bead of sweats rolls down from my forehead to my chin. My vision was blurry and I hold the wall for support. " what about ma'am Anita. Is she okay? How is she coping? Do she know his situation right now? " different questions escape from my mouth not giving her a chance to give me answer to each question. " I don't think she taking it lightly " she diverts her gaze to another direction. I follow her glare and there she was.

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.”

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.

Amelia dismissed Amaya’s passive aggressive digs at her. “Why are you here?” Amelia asked. “Why, to inspect the resort, of course,” Amaya said. “This is our best and brightest from our tourism branch. They’ve all come to see if there are any…how shall I say this…KINKS that need to be worked out. You know, before you’re ‘big launch’.” She used air quotes around the words ‘big launch’. “It’s really late,” Amelia sighed. “Can this wait until tomorrow.”

Lydia let out a scornful laugh and kept on licking the orange in her hand,"See I don't care at all. Whether she comes or not doesn't concern me but i definitely know she will come back" Francis mumbled with words before finally speaking up. "Are you sure Lydia?"He asked tilting his head to her. Lydia nodded her head as an evil grin crept to her face. The gate then whirled open as if on cue and Amara stepped inside. Lydia motioned with her head for Francis to see Amara. They both watched as Amara approached them,looking so anxious and nervous. Immediately she was close enough to them, she knelt down on her knees begging Lydia profusely.

Could there be a relationship between them, Arrya began to ask herself when she heard Amaya's voice. "Goodness.... Ar, this lady looks like your mother" Amaya said smiling at Aliya. "Hi, I'm Amaya Willington, we are sister-in-law" Amaya shake hands with Aliya. "Willington...sounds familiar," Aliya said for Amaya to nod. "Yea... Willington enterprise, Willington luxè. i know you must be aware of the names. This is my brother's wife and you are?" Amaya asks for Aliya's facial expression to be dull.

Finally, she let go and stepped back, her eyes still brimming with tears. "Bea, it's too late. I can’t continue without consuming someone’s essence or knowing what I have done." Amaya's words contain a request I cannot fulfill. Her wish is to die by my hands. "You can't change the past, but you can change your future," I tell her. Amaya looks up, hopeful. "I'm not leaving you." I smiled at her, "Give people a chance, and they will welcome you soon enough. I won't give up on you." I promised. Amaya slowly nodded her head, her eyes full of tears. I felt my heart break as I watched her face. I knew my words were not enough to heal her pain. I hugged her again, showing my love and support.

Two years ago. Of course, her own people. "Amaya," Sasha said. Amaya means 'night rain'. "Then from now on, I shall be known as Amaya until death," Amaya said and Sasha faintly smiled at her. "Have some more," Sasha said and filled her plate with more food because she looked like she had been starving for years. Little did Sasha know, the bond she wanted to make with this young girl would prevail only with her disaster.

I can only wish they would give me another chance. “Here’s my story then, I was raped by multiple men in a foreign country where not even a glimpse of hope surround me. I tremble with every step I hear and I don’t even want to think that someone meant it to happen! But guess what?! There is actually someone and it’s YOU?! How’s that sound?! I’m tired of these types of shits that people make me believe yet would only stab me in the back. If you guys wanna play it dirty then so be it!” Amaya snapped as she took her purse and walked out. I don’t know exactly how to react because I expect her to be someone who would like to keep using her connections and power to benefit from something but after