The Amaya Novels & Stories

"Daddy, I want to go and see Mirabel. I won't be coming back today. Well, today is her birthday and I forgot. She called and reminded me about it. She gave me a punishment for not remembering to call and wish her well. The punishment is that, I will sleep over. I came to tell you first before leaving. Father, I have to go to the office from there tomorrow. Take care of yourself." Around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Amanda got prepared to leave. On her way, she got a birthday gift for her friend, Mirabel. * * * * * Meet Anita, she is an upcoming model. Anita is a beauty and many people admire her so much, because of her beauty and the way she dresses. Anita is from a wealthy family and also a

"Move aside." I twist the lock and throw open the door. Immediately a blurry figure tackles me before I can react. One second I'm standing, the next I'm on my back with Amaya straddling my hips. And she is...naked. Completely, devastatingly naked. Her skin glowing with heat, eyes wild and gold, her scent so strong it's choking me. "Please," she breathes, hands pressed against my chest, trembling. "I can't fight it anymore. I tried. I tried so hard but it hurts and you're right here and I need.."

“God, I’m gonna miss you. You were the only one who actually loved me in this hellhole.” I smiled, “We’ll call each other, and I’m sure we’ll still see each other.” “yeah” he muttered I turned around and started the car, lifting my heavy bridal train as I walked. “Wait!” I turned around and saw Mum running down the steps. “You weren’t gonna go without saying goodbye to your mamma, right, Bambina?” I shook my head, tearing up She cupped my face. “I’m going to miss you,” she kissed my forehead, “stai al sicuro ti amo.”

A FEW HOURS EARLIER. Jayla whistled as she gets in her home with her bag, she opened the door and locked it to see no one his here, she then remembered that Darby went to college so it means that he went to his own campus Appartement, her mother was working at the hospital and her father was going to be home in a few hours later. "Let's watch an anime then!" She squealed and then get herself ready to have her best nightlife. "Bruh Ayame is my dude." She said, grinning happily as she saw her favourite character in her anime.

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

Small and dedicated, the same green eyes, and I bet her lips would be soft too. As I watched her instead of going down to the soil of Italy, I became tempted. Well, I didn't try to hide it, didn't try to stop it especially when I am sure no one would see me. "I miss you, Alita" I whispered, "Just as I hate you". Yes! I hate the woman I love. Bending, I placed my thumb on Amara's lips and caress them. Damn, how delicious it would be if I decide to use it on mine. I lowered my head, felt her warm breath on my face, and groaned.

We sat silently on the couch and I held her in my arms. Amara turned around to look at me and I raised my eyebrows on her. "I would like to go to my father's office to talk to him,"Amara informed me, behind those blue eyes,I could see sadness.I wished I could kiss away the sadness from her eyes but…there was nothing I could do about it "Are you sure about it?I can accompany you if you feel nervous."I suggested but she shook her head in denial. "I think it will be good if I go alone.It's going to be fine,"Her lips curved into an assured smile,"I know this will help you relax,"Before Amara could wrap her head around what I was talking about,we locked our lips…

Low murmurs broke out between wolves as I passed them. I caught the words "slut" and "whore" as I walked. I simply ignored them. Thankfully, Crescent Moon had trained me to have thick skin. As I approached the mail room, I caught sight of a beehive hanging from one of the trees outside. Someone should really do something about that. It could easily be a hazard. I shook my head and stepped into the mail room, where a familiar pair of girls turned toward me. Gina and Jenette Jones, or Jay for short.

“Just don’t reorganize my perfume collection, and we’ll get along.” Amaya was packing a lunchbox in her small kitchen. “Maya, be fast, my love! The school bus will soon be here!” Tiny footsteps tapped across the kitchen floor. “I’m ready, Mum!” Maya shouted, entering in full uniform, with her hair ribbons bouncing. Amaya bent down, taking in her sweet face. She looked just like her mother, Alicia. Amaya’s throat became dry. She hadn’t cried in a while, but today, it crept up again.

Vedika said as she walked out of the room. "She is always so lovely, no one would believe she is forty." Pooja said to Amaya "Right, that's how I want to be like when I'm older." Amaya said "Well, you will be even more pretty, I mean, you are dark skin, it has benefits." They both laughed and finished hanging the clothes. Then they walked out and sat on the bed. Amaya showed Pooja some photos, of newyork and Nigeria, and they were interrupted by Rohit as he walked in