Wata Ame Novels & Stories

she's crazy talking to herself. "Ate Amie, what are you thinking? It's like the depth as ocean ah? Do you have a problem?" Lita asks when she noticed Amore was thinking something. "Ah. Nothing. I'm just thinking about what I can do this week. The matter is, it's your brother Yam's birthday. I was planning to have a birthday party for him so I'm thinking of things to do for his birthday. Can you suggest something is it okay Lita?"

"Ma'am, it's already 9:30," the waiter told me as he approached my table. I Checked my phone, It was really 9:30pm. I had been waiting for a long time that I had lost track of time. My day couldn't get any worse. "We'll have to take your table." I brought out a wad of cash. "Here take this", i handed it to him. "It's three hundred dollars, I just need a little more time."

I didn't have the slightest intention of looking at him. Amon stood up straight. He chuckled softly while unbuttoning his suit jacket, placing it beside me. “You aren't good at waiting, Wisa.” “It’s been a week,” I cut him off quickly, my voice still low, stifled. “I won’t go back on my word,” Amon sat in the armchair, crossing his legs as he reached for his slim laptop. “Waiting for the right time, Wisa.” “Just do it, open it, get it over with,” I said, raising my voice a little.

"Wade, what are you doing?" I questioned in a whisper. “I knew I would see you again, Amara, but I didn't think it would be under these circumstances. I swallowed thick. -I do not understand. "Karla is my mate," was what he said. Shit.

Kenton. A very naked Kenton. 'Mate,' my wolf yaps excitedly. 'Our mate is here! He came to find us.' "Amaris," he says, his deep voice doing funny things to my insides. I nod my head, indicating that I understand him. He smiles widely and steps forward, kneeling to pet behind her ears, "You are so incredible, Amaris," he murmurs, burrowing his face into her neck, inhaling deeply, taking her scent into his lungs. "Can you shift back?"

“Why do you need all these buildings if you don’t live in them?” “You’re literally dumber than a rock,” Ama says. “We choose to live in the real world. The real world has stores.” “I’ve never been to a store,” I say, feeling a little tendril of excitement growing inside me. “Shocking,” Ama says. “Seeing as how you’re basically a bog hag who knows nothing except how to wrestle alligators and catch fish. Now

“Where baby, tell mama. Please?” Olliver placed his hand on the left side of his neck and Abigail was shocked. It can’t be, she thought. Abigail was one of those people who did not bear a soulmate mark but she had known Olliver had one ever since he came into her house. She was happy for her baby, but today’s incident sent chills down her back. How can it be? She took a closer look at Olliver’s neck and there it was. His soulmate mark which was pale pink, now burned like tattoo in ink-black color, the infinity symbol. His mark was shining brightly in the evening sun. Concerned for her son, Abigail decided to not mull upon the incident any further at this time. She carried Olliver back to th

Saanvi needs her stuff so she went to ask butler Wu "Uncle Wu, can you please come with me to the backyard? I forgot my stuff yesterday so" "Yes, madam" "Sorry to trouble you uncle, you know I am afraid of dogs so" "Madam, you no need to afraid of them they all are dead" Saanvi was startled and asked "All of them?"

)) [[ your serum got me back to my original stature, it's been so long that I forgot what this looked and felt like ]] {{ oh my well you'll most certainly be needed new clothes, I'd be back }} now for the ultimate test. ( Ameera! wake up! meet me in Jonahs room right now! ) after a minute I hear a thud then a door swings open and slams and foot steps running quickly, the bedroom door swings open and Jonah turns his eyes now pitch black and once Ameera sees him { mate } her wolf also pushes forward and she runs over to him and he scoops her up and crashed his lips onto hers [[ mate ]] he said after breaking away from her but she pulled his face back down to her own.

Then tenta‌tively approaches‌ Kiy⁠a. “Hi,” she says s‌hyly. “I’‍m Amara. I’m‍ going to teach yo‍u lo‍t​s o‍f stuff.​ Like how to rea​d and​ how to do cartwhe‍els and how t⁠o remember Ayana.” My heart swe⁠ll⁠s. This is my family. T⁠hes⁠e beautiful, broken, heali‌ng peo‌ple.