Novel & Cerita The Amaya

He looked to have gotten over whatever argument they had before I arrived. “Good morning, Nova,” Amaya began, her low, husky voice dripping with disdain. She scrunched her nose, like the place was smelling, reeking of me, perhaps? “I trust you've considered our proposal.” She slid a sleek, black folder across the table, the Elite logo emblazoned on it in silver.

“But here we are.” Nonna nodded, apparently happy with what I’d told her and then turned her attention to Amaya. “And you, what do you do?” “Uh, I’m a librarian,” Amaya replied, her voice a little shaky. “And I take care of my sister.” “Librarian? So you have a degree?” “A master’s.” Amaya nodded. “How old are you?” She eyed her, giving her a sweep up and down. “Twenty-eight,” Amaya replied at once. Nonna nodded—young enough to give her some grandchildren, that was what she was thinking.

Amaris When I wake next to the creek, darkness has taken over the forest save for the moon peeking through the treetops. Getting to my feet, I decide that I should probably try to find my way back to town. Although, it will likely prove difficult since I'm not familiar with these woods. 'I got you,' the voice in my head says. 'How?' I ask, curious. 'Give me control and I can scent our way back,' she tells me as I begin walking away from the creek.

“Well go luck with that plan when you have to mark me, mate with me, and have children with me. Alpha. “ she said spitting the title at me before leaving and slimming the door. I ran my hand through my hair trying to get a hold of my emotions and wolf spirit. I had been on edge the past few weeks and so has he. I pull myself together and walk to the driveway to see Amaya leaning on a gray convertible with red seats, and the roof down. Amaya had on a black silky dress, with thin straps on her shoulders, the dress reaching to her mid-thigh. Half of her hair was in a ponytail that sat at the top of her head, the rest reaching down to her upper thigh, with a few braids resting, in front of her f

However, though, Amaya was sad for Florida changing her fate. "Don't let that wicked father of yours put negative words in your head, Amaya. You are not a fighter but a peace-maker," Florida said to her face. "I am not a peace-maker, mum. I am destined by the moon goddess to be a fighter and there is nothing you can do about it. I will stand by my father and fight the packs in our territory," Amaya responded and walked out of her mum.

lots of love, amara<3

Impossible. Phoenix descendants walked openly here, their fire undisguised. But beneath the freedom, fear. They smiled too bright. Laughed too loud. Moved like people performing happiness for invisible watchers. "There," Cassia breathed. Across the main courtyard, holding court like a queen from legend, stood Amaya. She looked exactly like my mother's portraits. Not similar—exact. Same crimson hair falling in waves. Same delicate features. Same way of tilting her head when listening. But when she smiled, it was wrong. Cold calculation dressed in warmth's clothing.

Having no experience at all of how I could use the fox marble to bring Amaya back into life is much harder than getting hit on the butt. I finally got control over my mind. I opened my eyes while holding onto my peace, trying to control my mind. Amaya is dead, but she just looks like a sleeping beauty. Her eyes are swollen. Evidently, she died crying and unwillingly. She died wrongfully, and she didn't deserve it. Using my right hand, I caressed her head, down to her cheeks. Tears did escape from my eyes. I kissed her forehead and whispered, "Things will get back to normal. I swear." "No, you will not do that."

I looked down to see Amaya staring up at Ruby with big eyes. Ruby gasped and pointed at Amaya. “Is that your daughter?” I nodded and scooped Amaya back into my arms. “This is Mommy’s best friend, Ruby,” I told her. “Ruby, this is my daughter Amaya.” “Hi there,” Ruby said, giving her a half-wave. “Mommy…” Amaya whispered in my ear. “She’s pretty like a princess.” I smiled. “Yes, she is,” I agreed. “Okay! Positions!!” Laura barked for the final time; irritation twinged in her voice.

There was a whole army of people ensuring that every minute of his valuable time was put to the best use. Letting herself into his vast, luxurious master's bedroom a little later, Amaya bent down and went to stroke Ruru, who duly growled a warning, then waddled to the huge glass sliding door to be let out. Amaya wandered out onto the balcony and stared at the spectacular view of the garden before setting to work. She headed inside, opening her organiser and locating the list that would tell her what was required for a nightly international business trip. All the information was there on her iPad.