The Amaya Novels & Stories

Alpha Fiama “What are you up to now?”, Zendaya charged me as I entered my room after spending the entire day in university and the new office area. “What?”, I huffed, releasing my hairs from the rubber band and removing my coat aside. “What? Why were you ignoring Jay all the time today? Dumbo Alpha. He is our mate. Can’t you realize?”, she blurted out. I paused for a while, looking at myself in the mirror, then I steadily slid up my top and removed it. “I think I had given him enough attention he deserved. And stop ranting about mate all the time. He can’t be our mate”

But as much as I didn’t like them together, I missed those chatterboxes as I sat in the comfortable space of my Hyundai Elantra, listening to one of Lindsey Sterling’s many instrumentals and waiting for the congested traffic to unclog itself. My phone beeped and a call came in, Amaya? “What do you want Amaya?” I asked, her name appearing on my phone's screen immediately draining up the excitement poor Lindsey’s instrumentals had been building up for minutes. “How’s your knee?” She asked but I knew better than that. Amaya didn’t care about my knee. She didn’t care about anybody but herself. She was “Amaya”. “What do you have to say?” I asked instinctively resting my elbow on my dashboard alre

I say "oh really if that's it I'll pick a few more then" Amaya says with a smirk of her own, what is she plotting now, she picks a few more dresses, extravagant and clearly lacking subtlety " add them to my husband's account please" of course she's taking her chance, shameful gold digger. GENERAL POV

“Stay away from me.” Before he could respond, someone cleared their throat beside them. Maya turned—and there she was. Amaya. Hair perfectly braided. Eyes lined sharp. She was everything Maya wasn’t—loud without speaking, fierce without trying. “I see we’re making new friends,” Amaya said, her gaze locked on Maya but her words aimed at Zane. Zane sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Don’t do this, Amaya.” “Oh, I’m not doing anything,” she replied sweetly. “Just saying hello to the new girl. Maya, right?”

“I don't care about the plans. Just as long as the two of you are safe and healthy. I will be back up after father and I talk. Get some rest, please.” He kissed her again and then left to find his father. Amaya laid down on the bed and tried to rest. Try as she might, she just couldn’t. She called for Chloe and asked her for a favor. She wanted to do something, she couldn’t just sit in the bed all day. Especially not for three days straight. Thankfully, Chloe understood what she was going through. She helped Amaya off the bed and snuck her down the stairs and out the back door. They did wonder where Sergio and Pierre were. Amaya wanted to at least see the horses. The stable hand looked surpr

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

She has been playing Cupid quite a bit when it comes to Amara, and I suspect that this is more of the same. “I will talk it over with her and see if she is agreeable. I will be right back.” I jump on board of Amara’s boat, it is bigger and nicer than ours, that’s for sure. She is already at the controls checking things over, and everything looks good. I hear an engine and turn around, just in time to catch Imogen waving at us as she pushes off in our boat laughing. “What is she doing?” Amara asks me, alarmed. “She thought it would be a good idea for us to ride together. She offered to take our boat and follow us.”

“I have every resource I need to fight for what I want—if only I still had control over everything...” She said it with meaning, forcing a sad smile. “You still have control? What do you mean?” Cally frowned, and Amara looked away for a moment, thinking. “Well, since I think you already know a lot, and I trust you...” Amara paused and glanced away. “Do you know about Aragon Shipping? The hotels and malls all over the Philippines? Or condo units from ACA Realty?” She smirked as Cally’s eyes immediately widened. “Wait, Amara Channel Aragon? You own those?”

Amara stared for a little while, then returned to stare at the screen. "Amara!" Her Mom called her upstairs and she got up to go. We all watched her leave. Izanagi's eyes were sparkling, I thought he might feel uncomfortable at first but then I also had to recall this was his first time meeting Amamiya-san. "Who was that?" he asked. "Amara's Mom." "She's like the dark version of Ms. Bellum." "Who?" Claire whipped her neck to study Izanagi, eyes widened. Almost as if offended at first, but then she thought about it some more and covered her mouth. "No... Yo, wait, she does dress like Ms. Bellum sometimes!"

Caity tried speaking but burst out in tears. Amore looked at Caity, analyzing her… ‘This girl can not be from around here and from the look of her, she needs medical help. Ow, my head is killing me, my body aches everywhere, and I need sleep.’ Amore thought to herself. Amore closed her eyes then pressed her fingertips to her temples and started massaging them. Amore slowly opened her eyes.