With All That I Am Novel Novels & Stories

I whispered, fear slicing through the haze of pleasure as I opened my eyes, reality crashing back in around me. Hi readers kindly support my novel .

The silence was deafening. Amara dropped her suitcase, the soft thud echoing in the quiet. She walked to the window, her reflection a pale, lost face in the dark glass. Manhattan glittered below, indifferent, vibrant, alive—everything she felt she was not. She was here. Betrothed. Traded. Owned. She pulled out her laptop, her hands trembling slightly, and sat on the edge of the bed. She typed: "Allergic to human touch". The results loaded slowly, a cruel digital suspense.

And as another ordinary day drew to a close beneath a sky full of endless possibilities— Ama stepped forward without hesitation. Ready for tomorrow. Ready for whatever came next. End of Book One.

As I open the first page I am met with a small dedication. To All My Enemies Who Doubted Me, To All of my Loved Ones Who Cherished me. -Amelia An eerie feeling consumed me as I read the dedication twice. I certainly did not want to be an enemy of my grandmother Amelia and my intuition was always correct. I mindlessly rubbed at my sapphire that hung on my necklace. I must be more tired than I thought because the gem seemed to glow in the center of the stone. I shook my head to snap myself out of the thought.

I thought, stupidly, uselessly, about the way Luca's hand had felt over mine on the plane, steady while everything else shook. I thought: nobody knows where I am. The first real drop of rain hit my shoulder like something aimed. Then another. The sky above the cove had gone the color of a wound now, and somewhere far off, thunder rolled low across the water, close enough that I felt it more than heard it.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 standard-markdown"> Amelia woke to the sensation of being held. Not trapped. Not possessed. Just held. Carefully. Tenderly. Like she was something precious that might shatter if gripped too tight. It took her a moment to remember where she was, what had happened, why her body felt like it had been torn apart and stitched back together wrong. Then it all came rushing back in a wave that made her gasp. The battle. The memory. The bond.

The night passed in waves, each moment flowing into the next, leaving me feeling entirely cherished, and as morning neared, I drifted off in his arms, enveloped in a sense of calm and deep connection that felt almost unreal. “Nathan,” I called, wrapped tight in his arm, his penis still in me and his fingers playing with my nipples. “You are not alone,” I said. He pressed a little tiger, his penis still in my vagina clicked. “All I want is you,” he whispered back.

She is the fire in my blood and the very beat of my heart. I yank her up against me, my free hand now going to her clit as she whimpers loudly. She’s everything. My madness, my salvation, my undoing. Yeah, she’s my everything, my fucking everything. Mi Amor.

“Then what?” Amos cocks its head, sizing me up. Finally it answers, “This land is mine. I’ve been here for a very long time. All who pass through or settle here have fed me over the years, nourishing me with their pain and desire. I was strong, so strong, and then…the flames!” Its voice rises to a shrill wail as it doubles over, clutching at itself with spidery fingers. “I’m so hungry! So hungry!” Every inch of me trembles. My fight or flight instinct is gone. I am frozen in place, unable to escape from the nightmare unraveling in front of me.

Macy’s claim that I had touched it didn’t hold water. Everyone watched in silence, their gazes naturally drifting to Macy, who had just been so confident in accusing me. This crowd wasn’t naïve. If I hadn’t touched the shelf, then Macy was lying to frame me. Macy’s face went pale. She hadn’t expected anyone to have recorded the incident. I slowly stood, ignoring the ache in my injured leg, and walked step by step toward her. "You were so sure I touched it, weren’t you? What do you have to say now?