Umaru Doma Novels & Stories

He just started to look like hwle was going to spill something. "I need to show you something. I wanted it to be a surprise, but since you are trying to get rid of me, I might as well do my job and get out of here" He said in an annoyed voice and brought his laptop closer to me so I could see what he was trying to explain to me. "What's that?" I asked then took a deeper look at the screen to see Amara writhing on the tile and holding onto her stomach. Apart from her menstrual cramps, taking almonds and dates were the only thing that could cause such reaction within her as she was allergic to them.

“No, you are perfect just the way you are” Tariana reassured her and drew her into a tight hug. After a long hug, Tariana went to sit down at her seat and Mary took several sips of the, mostly cold, tea. “I know your friends in Domne means a lot to you, I won’t suggest you don’t contact them. But you can’t let them decide who you are Mary” Tariana told her. Mary furrowed her eyebrows, she had never thought about it like that.

Kashmir went back to her table. "No, you have to come out early because we have to doll you up for this celebration." Maryam said. "Ok, I will call Amaro first if he will let me." She took up her phone and dialled Amaro's number. Amaro answered right away. "Hello, my love. Did you miss me?" he said. "No, I didn't,'' she said, chuckling. "Ouch! You are so cruel to me. I missed you so much but you haven't missed me." he said

She teased. “Just drop it already, okay? It’s a freaking flying caterpillar. It shouldn’t be flying in the first place!” I said defensively. While Cara laughed at our bickering, Arianna rolled her eyes and called me dramatic. “So, you and Dom, huh?” Cara started and looked at Arianna with a grin. “He is a hottie.” I winked at her. Dom was an attractive man with a skin color of an umber, a dark-brown color, and with amazing blue eyes. I could definitely see why she would be attracted to him.

Not a drop of juice, soda, or water in sight. “Uh,” she hesitated, “do you… have anything softer?” Damon turned to her with a faint look of disbelief. “You don't drink?” “Not really,” she said, lowering her voice. “I mean, not like this. Everything here looks so serious.” “A glass of your best chardonnay.” he said signaling to the bartender. She blinked at him. “Excuse me?” He shot her a dry look. “Amara is what we call a polite drunk. It would be awkward for you not to touch a single bottle tonight. If you'd understand.”

said Axelina to Amar. "Sure, honey. After delivering Kalf to eat culinary delights throughout Bandung, I will immediately return home. I also miss you so much. I'm also bored with the immortal singles sitting in front of me right now,” said Amar pouting his two friends who were in front of him at this time. Rio and Kalf who heard Amar's words to Axelina, they both immediately pelted Amar with the crackers on their table.

Darrion said. The other three immediately looked at each other. Fuyu sighed through her nose, closing her eyes for a second before looking at him again. “What do you want to ask?” “Do you know anything about him? Something that he likes?” Darrion asked. “Arimura-san likes chocolate. Dark chocolate is what he likes the most, or something bitter like coffee. He also likes meat. He usually takes on simple missions, or hunting missions, and would usually come back before dusk.”

amara : from when you both started dating don : recently but she said she will date to me officially after you people approval henry : I'm proud of my daughter amara : how old are you don : 29 years old henry : you're so much older than our princess (amara hitted on henry's thigh and glared at him to shut his mouth don simply smiled) amara : don't mind him dear he just don't know how to speak don : no problem mam it's okay amara : you can call me aunt or mom no need to be formal you're also like our princess to us don : thank you (amara looked at don he smiled in return and continued) don : thank you mom henry : I forgotten to ask what's your name these people in news instead of saying your

“I’m the only one you brought back.” “Exactly,” Slate said, a small smile forming on his perfect lips. “Princess Nya, you’re the donation.”

The head soldier looked around and asked. "I don't know what you're talking about," Uma said. "Whose clothes are these?" the soldier asked. Uma said, "I don't know. Damian delivers clothes to me every morning and I wash them. I don't care whose clothes they are." The head soldier scanned the room again and turned to Darren, sizing him up and down. "I haven't seen you before. Are you from Skagen City?" the soldier asked. "Who I am doesn't concern you. Leave this poor woman and his child alone," Darren said.