Dia Ameera 소설 & 이야기

’ 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.

He had told her to continue with her work, that he was just gonna take care of her, but she had refused and rushed to take care of her before he could persist. "Looking good," Damian smiled at his daughter, who smiled back. "Where's Amara?" Emily asked. "She went to get the meal," he said, and Emily nodded. "So, how's work going?" He asked Kayla, who had wanted to go help Amara. "Great, thanks" I smiled, sitting back. "Thank you so much, Damian," I added. "Stop it. You've thanked me more than I can count already" he said. "Damian, Dominic is coming home," Amara said excitedly, walking out of the kitchen.

said Almeera with a big smile. 'This crazy woman...,' Damian cursed inwardly, starting the car. ***

Without realizing it, she muttered under her breath, “How come he looks so handsome?” Leo tugged on his leash, pulling her out of her thoughts. She shook her head and added bitterly, “Not everything that looks good is good.” She turned on her heel and walked away, refusing to let the sight of him invade her peace. Later that afternoon, Amira sat on her couch, scrolling through her I*******m feed while Leo lay lazily at her feet. Her thumb froze when a post popped up—an announcement for the grand opening of a luxury business in America. Her eyes widened as she read the caption: “Aiden Laurent ventures overseas! New beginnings, new horizons.”

"Well, it’s certainly a bold look for a business dinner, Emma. A bit dramatic, don't you think? In Dubai, we usually prefer a more sophisticated, understated elegance for official events." "Really?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I looked her straight in the eye. "Because I saw a picture of you on I*******m about ten minutes ago where you were wearing nothing but a tiny black bra and lace pants on a beach. I figured you liked things a bit... loud." A loud, choked sound came from the end of the table. It was my sister Maya and Hannah trying not to burst out laughing. Amara’s jaw tightened so hard I thought her teeth might shatter. Her eyes narrowed into tiny, furious slits.

We go to our locker rooms to change, but this was not the way it was all supposed to happen. Walking out of the locker rooms Bram is waiting in the hall, he turns and gives a half man hug and says, “Man, bro, thanks for helping my sister. She looked really freaked out. I do not even know what is going to happen now. Can you believe the Amory is dead?” I will not tell him yet, but his sister is my mate. I feel like her and I need to talk first, especially after she seems not to recognize me as her mate.

So, before I could talk myself out of it, I picked up my phone and sent the text. Emma: I’ve been thinking, you should meet them. The response came almost immediately. Sam: Are you serious? Emma: Yes, but just as my friend, like we talked about. They don’t know you Sam and I don’t want to confuse them. There was a longer pause this time, and I imagined Sam staring at his phone, debating how to respond. Sam: I get it. When? Where? Emma: This weekend. The amusement park. Sam: Thank you, Emma. I promise I won’t mess this up.

“Yes, of course! His harem has over fifty females and their head is the court concubine, Nyka.” Amelia’s mouth dropped to the floor. This was disgusting. Her nostrils flared and her shoulders hunched with animosity. Her face was red with rage that she was finding hard to suppress. She walked past Zaila to go to the palace gardens. She focused on the water fountains in the garden trying to hear every pitter patter that fell. That day she couldn’t study a word and kept thinking about how he must be making love to nymphs. Two days later she heard that he had returned. Although she wanted to visit him, she stayed confined to her chambers, angry as hell.

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