Wata Ame Novels & Stories

meanwhile, On the other side, Yami was waiting for Aimi since she says that she has something to do and she told Yami to wait for a while. Yami tries to talk with Hikari using the same gadget that Hikari, Neu, and Nimura have. He tries to ask Hikari about his condition, But Hikari didn't answer it.

She screeched. “How.dare.you?” Aramide's tone was deathly calm. Her eyes bore holes into Bola as gripped the woman. “Look at me carefully Bola, I did not come here to waste my time or listen to you run in my face how much of a pathetic mother you are.” Aramide spat “I am here because of what you told me over the phone, so where is it?” Aramide spat as she released Bola, almost sending the woman to the ground but she managed to regain her balance.

′ Kartika explained calmly. “I”m not a weirdo! Anyway, why”s Wibu (AKA WEEABOO, the one who is interested in Japanese stuff like anime, figurine, hentai, and such. It”s called Otaku in Japan and considered trash. If Otaku is trash, so WEEABOO is the lowest class in society.)? Doki-Doki is weird enough and now”s Wibu. The ancestors are weirdos in every way! ′ Alfi said irritated.

Uche had killed her. “Where am I?” She looked past the woman, towards the animal skin hanging on the wall. There were at least six of them, different skins from different animals. “We are in Ame. But far from the rest of the village. You don’t have to worry, only few people pass through this route in months. And given your history and status, I don’t think anyone is going to miss you, no offense” “None was taken,” Ejima said, as a sudden cold wrapped her. She was staring at the wizened woman now. Her accent was strange, and the shash hanging on her shoulders suggested that she was not from around here. Yet the woman seemed to know everything about her.

My reflection in the water looks back at me, and I wonder if my smile appears as false to everyone else as it does to me. Amara studies me for a long moment, evidently seeing right through the pretense. But instead of pressing, she mercifully changes the subject. “What do you think of the Wen headquarters?” Relief washes over me at the shift in conversation. I manage a small, more genuine smile then. “It’s more than I was expecting.” “Have you ever seen the Santos headquarters?” Amara laughs, the sound so warm and real that I envy it. When I shake my head, she pulls out her phone, swiping through photos.

“Miss West, you will be in charge of the Black Diamond suite. Since Bethany is taking the Rose Gold suite, and it’s closest to yours, she will show you the way.” She felt a jolt of uncertainty as she realized she didn’t even know who Bethany was, but her thoughts were interrupted as a girl approached her. “Hi! I’m Bethany March, but everyone calls me Beth—well, except for Madame Rachel," she said, extending a friendly hand. The warmth in her smile brought a slight comfort to Ama. Ama hesitated for a moment before accepting the handshake, her expression carefully neutral. “I’m Ama West, but I guess everyone just calls me Ama,” she replied, gently releasing Bethany's hands.

“It’s called the Estrella del Mar. I want to see you, mi amor.” I couldn’t resist that purring voice. “Give me fifteen minutes,” I said.

“But you need to be careful. Isabella is already betrothed in marriage. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” “If she marries another. It will be worse than death for me,” I sighed. “Nathan and I will see what we can do,” Ame said, reaching over and placing her hand on mine. “Thanks, Ame. You’re the best,” I grinned. “No problem, now I have to pee…again. I swear by the time these babies come to term, I’ll be living in the bathroom.” “Too much information, sis,” I chuckled. “Oh, just wait for it,” Ame smirked and stood up. “I plan on grossing you out even more over the next six months.” She smiled and simply walked away.

I come up blank with the mention of the name. “Yes Sir, I am a warrior in training, I’m friends with Ame.” “Ame?” “Yes, the healer Ame…my luna.” “What do you want?” I growl down the phone expecting this to be some kind of attempt to earn money from the information of Ame’s true identity. “Something bad has happened, you need to come. You need to help her. I’ll be in a lot of trouble for even calling you. I’ll be banished.” “Banished?”

“I don’t even know what those look like anymore.” “Well, then,” Ama said, scooting closer with a spark of excitement, “We start figuring it out. One step at a time.”