Watching Aphmau Mga Nobela at Kwento

For a moment, the conspiracy vanished. She wasn't looking at evidence. She was looking at her mother. The woman she never knew. Arthur watched her carefully. "She adored you." Ama couldn't look away from the screen. "Why show me this?" Arthur's expression became serious. "Because there isn't much time left." The answer made her stomach tighten. "What does that mean?" Arthur turned toward another monitor. Then pressed a key. A live video feed appeared. Ama froze. It showed Daniel. Marcus. Valerie.

I watched her images like a teenager would binge watch his favourite show. But now as I opened the unnamed email a foreign feeling took hold of me. There was no subject line or any message, just an attached video that took me some time to click on. When I did, my screen filled with a white corridor with doors on either side of it. It didn't take me long to recognise the hospital, especially when I saw Gianna and Ephraim talking to a doctor. I fast forwarded it as there was no audio and it didn't make any sense to watch them. I was about to close it when another person walked into the frame. Raphael Wolfe. He had a conversation with Ephraim in which Ephraim seemed hostile which was understand

My phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out, expecting a message from my assistant. Instead, the screen glowed with an unknown number. If you don’t protect her, she won’t survive what’s coming. My pulse stopped just seeing the message. I read it again. And again, and it was still the same. Who the hell was watching us? And how much did they know about Amara?

“It’s worse.” He turned one of the screens toward them. Amara’s breath caught. It was her. Leaving the café weeks ago, unaware of the shadow across the street. Another angle - her walking home, head bowed, grocery bag in hand. And another - grainy footage of her outside the estate gates, staring up as if wondering whether to enter. Her knees wobbled. Someone had been watching her long before the gala. “What is this?” she demanded, voice breaking. The man glanced at Damian, but it was Damian who answered. “A warning.”

“Don’t worry Amelthia. You are under protection no one can dare to touch you or take you away from here. I and Felix will keep you all safe and sound. No one can even touch your single hair.” Felix and the other guards looked at them. Felix walked forward to ask Amelthia to pull back because chief wasn’t in state to stand for long but, chief signaled him to stop. “Amel you want me to fall down huh??” Chief asked smiling down at Amelthia. Amelthia pulled back from Chief’s torso like greased lightening and eyed him from head to toe. She gasped looking at the crutches and panicked inside. “Oh My…. I am so sorry. I didn’t noticed the crutches. Y…You shouldn’t stand for long …. Sit down.”

“What did you see?” Amara’s breathing becomes rapid and harsh. “Shhh, it’s okay, beauty queen….” My thumb makes circles around her hand in a gentle caress. Amara closes her eyes and takes another deep breath. “The clearest visions were the most recent ones. Those…” She stops talking and gulps loudly. “I saw two girls die in a ritualistic murder. Over the past couple of months, there have been reports of girls getting murdered during a ritual. I dreamt of two of those girls. I saw Leslie Johnson and Sophie Chandler die. They were taken to a church, and someone stabbed them.”

“The difference between the bloodlines is staggering. One looks like a gorgeous forest prince, while the other looks like a rogue ghost that crawled out of a silver grave.” “I get the mafia game now—Amara is the star, the main act of the Mensah Clan. Rapha? He is just the punchline. The tragic joke everyone tunes in to laugh at.” The digital chat room, restricted to cold lines of text, can barely contain the flood of reactions. Had the pack viewers been standing in the same wooden room, it would have sounded like a total madhouse—laughter crashing through the trees like thunder, heavy chairs scraping back in shock, alphas slapping wooden tables, wiping tears from their eyes. It is a complete

"Giselle, it's not safe for a woman to be carrying around that much money. Since Maryanne is asking… could you…" I looked at the man standing in front of me and laughed until my eyes teared up. "Ambrose, did you even investigate what I asked you to last time?" He looked completely lost. "Investigate what?" I lowered my head and unlocked my phone. With a smile, I held it up, displaying surveillance footage from inside a bedroom. Maryanne barely glanced at the screen before suddenly lunging to snatch the phone from my hand. But at that moment, Ambrose had already seen what was playing—Maryanne was in the middle of a conversation.

As we say goodbye and draw the curtains of Pains of Amara, lets welcome Nicole and Raphael story in: A MAFIA'S POSSESSION Anticipate my new story "A Mafia's Possession" A dark mafia romance of two star crossed lovers. Take care you all!

AS expected, Amara wasn’t treated by the pack doctor. Dr. Vaugh was busy attending to a pregnant Luna, and so, her father, Argus, aided her wounds using some herbal leaves instead at their home. She was able to take a rest in her tiny room after that. She fell into a deep sleep and only woke up when she heard her father’s loud cries. She got up immediately on the bed. Despite the injuries she got, she still managed to run towards the door. As soon as she opened it, her eyes turned to the people in their living room.