The Ame Novels & Stories

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"By the way, your friend Amelia, the girl who fainted earlier, what is she like?" "Oh, it was the first time for me to see her like that, normally at school, she's very active. She has the same strength as her other friends. If I am not mistaken she is from the same tribe as Caleb but her mom was a faith healer just like Adrienne, they call it Babaylan," "Faith healer called Babaylan, isn't that more like a shaman or witch?" "Sort of," "I see, that explains it," "Explain what?"

He think am those cheap girls who died and lust over his body. Today am going to show him the stuff am made up of. You hit hard this time am going to hit harder next time. ' ALEXANDER DAVIS GET READY FOR ME. I SWEAR TO MAKE YOU LIFE A LIVING HELL '

Adepe asked with an expressionless face. "I want to introduce you to my lovely daughter. She recently came back from school, so I thought it would be nice to introduce her to you." Lady Cathryn turned to her daughter, who was smiling widely with her eyes fixed on Adepe . "Her name is Amanda, but she's mostly called Ama." She gestured at her daughter, then to Adepe . "He is Mr. Peme." Amanda smiled and slightly waved her hand at Adepe . "Nice to meet you, Mr. Peme."

"You have the strength and courage of your mother, Ameera. " As Carolina bid her goodbye, a sense of gratitude washed over Ameera. She watched as Carolina's figure faded into the distance, leaving her with a glimmer of hope and a phone number clutched tightly in her hand. Ameera knew she had gained an ally, someone who understood the weight of her burden and was willing to stand beside her.

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Ryland informs, "And Nammy says good luck." "Thanks," Amanda mutters as the tall tan man stops in front of all the nuns. "Ready?" He asks. A group of nuns come here every Friday night and spend the weekend at Kyle's place until Monday morning. The guy is pretty religious for one of India's biggest narco. "Alright Ladies, right this way. And again, thank you for coming all this way." He leads them to his cars. I open the door for one car, and one by one they squeeze into it while the others piled into Keith's.

They always had a clean record, no tax invasion, no under the table tactics to get business and no case of any kind of abuse. “Can…. Can you talk to Aunt Emma about this?” He suddenly asked me in a cautious tone, looking at me hopefully. I knitted my brows in confusion. “I asked my parents if they have any common connection with Hawthornes, but they have none. Aunt Emma is also from a prestigious family. It maybe a possibility that she knows someone who can help me set a meeting with Jonathan Hawthorne?” he explained, his voice filled with hope, but it was like shooting bullets in the dark.

Every one was happy, but deep within Amir a whole lot we missing. Amira had decided to finally take Akeem back to his father's land. She wasn't raised a coward. She was done hiding. She needed help, she knew she couldn't do this on her own and so she decided that Anna would be of a huge help to her. After much persuasion, Anna finally agreed. Nothing much was left for her in Odeon, she was going to help Amira.

An amused voice asked. “Gómez.” I felt the air get stuck in my chest. “Ah... you do remember my voice, so romantic...” “What do you want?” I asked trying to sound cool. "I have a message for you, Hardy,” he said mockingly. "Send it by FedEx,” I growled my answer, Abbie looking at me curious. "Listen, you fucking moron, I told you Arthur Ward wasn't clean wheat, although I didn't think he'd be able to sell his own granddaughter to a nut."