He chuckled at the end of his story and turned to face Amara. “Boring right?”She shook her head and had this genuine look in her eyes that had Elijah’s heart skipping a beat.“Not at all.” She said and looked him in the eye. “You’re a good person, Elijah and I’m sure your mother would be proud of t
"...Yes, I know, you don't have to-"Elijah was half way swallowing down whatever bull crap his father had to throw at him this time around, when he turned around and realized that the picnic blanket was empty and Amara was nowhere in sight.Furrowing his brows, he looked around, hoping to spot Amar
Amara was not the type to wake up easily. She loved sleeping, and would stay in bed for as long as possible, until forced out of it.But today was different.She woke easily to a dull ache at the back of her head. Her body hurt and her mouth was dry. She was also confused, for the first few minutes,
She moved towards Amara, and knelt down, grabbing her chin.“See, because of what you did, Tobias has grown to…detest me, let’s put it that way. And his betrayal, it really did hurt me, Amara, darling. But then, I realized the only reason why he betrayed me in the first place, was because you set up
The 'game' in Celestine's words, was more of an interrogation something, rather than the death game she had put it out to be.It started simple, with Celestine's first question being, "Why did it ever occur to you that destroying the reputation I've worked so hard to build, was a good idea?"Amara,
“Shh,” Celestine cooed, pressing the heated blade against the nail.Instantly, Amara cried out in pain and struggled.“Let go!” She screamed, her eyes tearing up and her heart pounding.“I suggest you stay still,” Celestine advised, and moved the blade to her second nail.“AH!” Amara cried out again
Amara’s eyes widened at the sound of the gun going off and as quick as her heart began to race, her eyes scanned the room, trying to see where the bullet had hit.It didn’t hit her and Tobias…Her eyes scanned his expression, while her mind ignored the fact that she was feeling worry for the very sa
"Amara Darling, tell me, what do you think the most precious moment in ones life is?"Leanne, Amara's mother, had once asked, petting her head gently as she laid in her lap, listening to children play in the pack and dogs chase their owner, or better yet, freebie.Amara, a child at the moment, thoug