Novel & Cerita Amaya Jiwe

“God, I’m gonna miss you. You were the only one who actually loved me in this hellhole.” I smiled, “We’ll call each other, and I’m sure we’ll still see each other.” “yeah” he muttered I turned around and started the car, lifting my heavy bridal train as I walked. “Wait!” I turned around and saw Mum running down the steps. “You weren’t gonna go without saying goodbye to your mamma, right, Bambina?” I shook my head, tearing up She cupped my face. “I’m going to miss you,” she kissed my forehead, “stai al sicuro ti amo.”

★★JAYDEN★★ I Sat in a full position in my room, facing the mirror. 'Who am I?" My inside ask the reflection in the mirror. I can't see an answer, just a normal me. When I try to think straight, Bella gets in My Head. She's messing a lot of things, up in here. I have to prepare this weekend... I need to go back to accompany my mom for the weekend. She was whinning like a baby a while ago. Asking me to come back to, to see her. I picked my phone from the drawer and made a call to my brother. "Saw the news?" I say as soon as he answered. "I can't take my eyes off the TV Bro. I love you so much" he said "I always admire your clean service Jay." He's trying to flatter me. I feel like a used tissu

’ Realizing that Grace was right, Amara let out a huge sigh and nodded slowly. “Thanks for reminding me. My mom was the one who named me,” she stated in a sad tone. In an instant, she felt it once again... the longing for her mother and the sadness to live in this world without her by her side. ‘Would my life be different if she was still alive?’ she asked herself. “And what did she name you?” Grace asked her curiously. She gave her a small smile. “Amara... My name is Amara.” “That’s a fascinating name...” Grace pinched her cheek gently. “You are everlasting, Amara,” she said, and then she continued walking again.

Roman replied, handing the baby to Camila. "What are we going to call her?" Roman tilts his head to the side as if in thought, smiled and then said "Amila Romie Romero" Camila laughed " That's just our names alternated" Roman nodded sheepishly "exactly Mila, I want her to always remember how much we love her". He pressed a kiss on her forehead and smiled. So did Camila. And so did little Amila.

Finally, she let go and stepped back, her eyes still brimming with tears. "Bea, it's too late. I can’t continue without consuming someone’s essence or knowing what I have done." Amaya's words contain a request I cannot fulfill. Her wish is to die by my hands. "You can't change the past, but you can change your future," I tell her. Amaya looks up, hopeful. "I'm not leaving you." I smiled at her, "Give people a chance, and they will welcome you soon enough. I won't give up on you." I promised. Amaya slowly nodded her head, her eyes full of tears. I felt my heart break as I watched her face. I knew my words were not enough to heal her pain. I hugged her again, showing my love and support.

“Talk to me, Ama. What’s going on?” Amara took a deep breath, meeting his gaze. “I’ve realized something,” she said, voice trembling with emotion but carrying newfound strength. “I can’t keep letting fear dictate my life. I’ve been living in the shadows of expectations and threats, instead of choosing the life I want. And I’ve realized… I want you. I need you. Not halfway, not with hesitation. I need us fully.”

She succumbed to it. “Look at my fingers. No rings on them. I can walk in the sun. I'm a human like you. No fangs. No bloody red eyes.” Amaya muttered as she stepped toward her. Nina wailed as she hurried toward her and embraced her. “They almost killed me.” She mumbled in between her cries. “It's ok. Sweetie, you're going to be alright.” Amaya breathed heavily as she caressed her hair.

Instead, I went to my father—but he forbade me from stepping in, we do not interfere with human ordeals, he had said. I'd still left an anonymous note describing what I had walked in on in the bathroom, but then I found out later that same day that I'd been too late—he was already gone. And those boys? They were only expelled, and that was only because one of them confessed. But, what kind of justice is that? And since when does rape not warrant jail time? Amaris lays down next to the creek in her wolf form, resting her head on her paws, her ears twitching this way and that, likely listening out for any kind of a threat that could be lurking within the coverage the dense forest supplies.

“I don’t want to be a part of-” “I’m here to take your place,” Amira interjected, her voice filled with a comforting and reassuring tone, attempting to offer solace amid Jasmine's distress. She sauntered towards the faerie, cornering her like a cat playing with a mouse. “You can either use this time to escape and lead your own life or wait for another day to be violated.”

It warmed my heart to hear that so many were positive about our rule and in that moment I knew that no matter what, we did have some support. “Luna Sophia?” A small voice called and when my eyes fell on the voice I caught sight of a small girl in a wheelchair, pushed by her mother. Dropping to my knees, I grasped her tiny hands in mine, “Hello there, beautiful. What’s your name?” I smiled widely. “I’m Amara and this is my Mummy.” She blushed and pointed behind her at the woman who stared down at me with apprehensive eyes. “That’s a beautiful name, did you know that Amara means Immortal?” I sent her mother a reassuring smile.