Umara Ahmad Novels & Stories

“What do you mean by I’m not worthy?” Samantha Stomped, her narrowed eyes on her father, Alpha Harry. “You’re nowhere near worthy, if I must say,” Harry let out, his chin up, chest puffed out, and a confident smile on his face. “I’m your beta.” I’m supposed to rule after you. I’ve been training my whole life for this opportunity; you can’t just let Craig over here take all the credit,” Samantha yelled, her eyes sending daggers at her stepbrother Craig.

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A stunning young woman huffs, folding her arms across her chest, looking at the three of us most unpleasantly. “I’m...” I start to say, but she holds out her hand, making me close my mouth quickly. “I know who you are.” She narrows her eyes at the three of us. “I know who all of you are, Luna Ashleigh Blackwood, Beta Daniel Richmond, and Gamma Eric Stephans. You are all a long way from home.”

That made me chuckle again and get a confused look from my brothers, I only shook my head letting them know I will tell them later. She ran towards him making him shift at once and try to block her attack but it was no use. She was too fast and too strong for him to be able to fight back. It was over in minutes his blood dripped down her mouth and she was covered in it over her head, shoulders and front paws. His mate was screaming from feeling him dying, Kenny shifted back and stomped over to her slapping her hard bringing her screaming to a complete stop. She was still fuming and her anger could be felt for miles I was sure, "You sat in that pack house pretending to be this packs Luna, tur

Marcel didn’t say a word, he didn’t object on his beta, and clearly his best friend, staying in the room. “Do you want to get something to drink?” He asked me, and I shook my head as I looked down at the man who I knew was fighting back his own blood. “Thank you for calling me.” I said, looking at Vladimir who nodded. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.” He said, watching as Marcel fought back his own demons tonight, fought back his pain and anger. Whatever had caused this trigger, I knew that it was not easy for him to control.

He only nodded, as quiet as always, and suddenly I felt a little lost, until firm footsteps made me look toward the building’s entrance. A tall man with wiry muscles and dark hair was walking toward me, staring at me with deep brown eyes. I straightened up and walked toward him too. “Ma’am, I’m Dante, Head of Operations and Logistics,” he said, at least with a little more courtesy than the rest of the men I’d met. “Mr. Dante, the Patriarch asked me to come urgently...” I said, half debating whether to ask him what the hell was going on here. “We need a sign language interpreter...” I was surprised to hear him say that... “but let’s go, I’ll explain on the way. The meeting’s about to start an

A petite figure roamed up and down the corridors of the hotel. Just as Phelan left the room, the man in the bed opened his eyes. His eyes were sharp like a hawk. The hidden bodyguard who was then Don Carlton looked at him, wondering whether he should go after her or not, as he cast his eyes on the man in bed. Don Carlton thought for a moment and went forward and knocked on the opened door of the presidential suite. “Come in,” the man in bed said. His voice was as cold as ice. Don man walked into the room and saluted respectfully, “Young Master.”

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“I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you, I wasn't lying either, My name is Ariel Howell, it is my name" “You must be a joker then” Angel chuckled sadly “Are you for real?” Angel boomed. “What do you take me for? A clown? that I will just believe your lies? don't insult my intelligence" He warned as he waved his hands in the air in frustration “I'm sorry, I should have told you, My last isn't just Adegoke, it's Howell too, Honey, My dad is an American, you've met him. before right, Remember Richard?” Aramide inquired.

Let's start from the beginning, the very beginning. My name is Amara Zino, I am an orphan who lives with my only relative Madame Flavia. I lost my parents at the age of fifteen when they went on a 'parents bonding trip' and never returned alive. Their valuables were all missing same as some useful parts of their bodies their fingers and a significant bullet wound in between their heads.