Romans & histoires Dia Ameera

“No worries! Today, you’re my fashion advisor. If you see something you like, I’ll buy it for you.” “Great! Let’s get started, Amelia.” As soon as we entered a boutique, Anna grabbed a dress and held it up against me. “Amelia, this dress is perfect for you!” Just then, a rather rude voice called out, “Amelia? Is that really you? Why aren’t you at the hospital taking care of Grandma?” I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was—it was Damian’s sister, Emily. Ignoring her, I headed straight for the fitting room.

It must be great to have friends. " that's great baby, you can invite her over, " His mother smiled at Asher and it was bright and too fake. The Bonavich's are one of the most important people in the country, they are the family's competitor. He didn't let the emotions take over his face, his blank and emotionless face was up to them. " Ace?" someone whispered to him. His thirteen years old sister, Anaya Alastar. Ace and Anaya we're the closest.

Aunty amarya handed her a black medium sized bag. "Thank you very much." Amirah said before engulfing her step mother into a hug, she wished things were different in their household. Aunty amarya was a woman with a golden heart who didn't deserve the treatment melted out to her by both Hajiya and Baba. Many a times, some issues she feared to discuss with Hajiya, she did with Aunty amarya and she recieved the best advice money could buy.

"Nevaeh." Figured. Heaven spelled backward explained the fire-engine-red bikini bottoms and the silly headband with horns. I wondered if she had a pitchfork that she used for a prop when she danced and if "Highway to Hell" was her top-paying performance number. "Nevaeh, that's pretty." It wasn't. She held out her hand, palm up, waiting for me to grease it. I rolled my eyes and reached into my back pocket for my wallet. Another ten in her hand, and she closed her fingers around the paper.

Every one was happy, but deep within Amir a whole lot we missing. Amira had decided to finally take Akeem back to his father's land. She wasn't raised a coward. She was done hiding. She needed help, she knew she couldn't do this on her own and so she decided that Anna would be of a huge help to her. After much persuasion, Anna finally agreed. Nothing much was left for her in Odeon, she was going to help Amira.

Amaria said with a sly smile on her face. “ Fine, just get off me,” Dove said, Amaria stood up and let her go. “ This isn't over, after we defeat that Daemon boar I challenge you to a duel,” Dove said, Amaria stared at her for a while and thought about it, Dove smirked and said, “ What? are you scared ”, Amaria smiled widely and said, “ What is there to be scared of? I accept your challenge ” “ hmph! Whatever, just stay hidden, I'm going to help… ” Dove said, before she could finish her sentence, Amaria shut her mouth by covering it with her hand because she heard a scream and it sounded like Elex.

He needed answers. Days later, Darren found his chance. They were at a friend’s birthday dinner, sitting at a long table crowded with plates, laughter, and clinking glasses. Amara excused herself to use the restroom, leaving her phone on the table beside her glass of wine. Darren’s heart pounded in his ears as he glanced at it. One notification lit up the screen before fading back into blackness: Liam Adeyemi.

Archer smiled kissing her forehead . " Have you bought the game ? are we playing !!??" Arabelle asked . Dean nodded laughing and drinking his beer . " Do you wanna try any Arabelle ?" Caro asked . before Arabelle could speak Archer stopped His belle from taking the can . " No drinking for you " he said and she huffed drinking her fruit soda . " meanie " she said .

she cried, and Javier picked her up and twirled her around. “This is Zuleima,” he said to me. “She’s six. Zuli, I want you to meet a very good friend of mine, Tio Adam.” She smiled shyly and then looked down at Javier’s shoulder. “That’s a very pretty dress,” I said. It was decorated with white snowflakes. “Are you a princess? Because you look an awful lot like Princess Elsa.” “I do!” she said, and she smiled at me. Another girl, a couple of years older with a mass of dark curls, rushed forward, and Javier managed to scoop her up in his other arm. He introduced me to her; she was Ariella. “A to Z,” I said to Javier.

The words her teacher told her came back to her. “Amore, use everything around you as a weapon, stay attentive and do not get distracted, don't show fear even if you're on the verge of death. You fight until your last breath do you hear me, Amore!! Your body is capable of more than you think. Fight, Amore, fight. Let your body leads you.”