Adventurer Amanda Novels & Stories

I was able to find out two things, which was why I was filled with joy covered with curiosity. First I got to witness how brave Amanda was, she fought with the rogues alone without help and she even defeated them. Realization hit me, and I began to wonder if Anandat was truly an ordinary scentless wolf. It was proven without even trying, that Amanda was not an ordinary woman as everyone thinks and she was not weak. Although I could not pinpoint what it was, I have always known that she was not as weak as she seems. I knew she had potential and she would be useful to me one day.

I stared back at the man who's still fast asleep and after I found a polo shirt that fits my entire body, I cursed myself a couple of times, quickly puts it on, and then sped off regardless of how my vulva is still aching. "Damn it all!" I cussed loudly while running like a mad child. I am Amanda Urduja. My life is filled with illegal work and lavishes, but I've never messed up a task this badly. This is the first time I've messed up; I swear.

Amanda possesses a mean look that scares almost everyone away; she’s like a mean girl in school but if people only knew those were just appearance and her personality contradicts her appearance. Amanda cares a lot about her family and friends; she’s quite emotional but very strong at the same time. She joined the Children Care Group (CCG) in her community in helping the homeless. She loves challenges and she is diligent in all she does. She takes nonsense from no one, but makes peace with everyone, at least she tries to. Amanda is like a mystery box. You’ll never know what you’d find inside. Amanda lost everything that could make her smile the day she lost her mom to a tragic car accident. B

she stated and took a deep breath and readjusted on the bed to get more comfortable. "There's not much to me, I'm Amanda Chidera West. My middle name came from my mother, A Nigerian." She let out a laugh when she realized he never knew her middle name before the accident, "I'm 23 and I run a successful Jewelry company. I'm not on good terms with my family, but I take care of my youngest brother; Jonathan" "The one I got into an accident with?" He asked as he recalled her mentioning his name the previous day, and Amanda nodded.

said Amanda to their trainer then left. While we were walking towards the other group, a man suddenly shouted in the distance. " "Hi captain! good to see you again!" he said and waved his hand in the air. Amanda laughed and waved back at the man. Is he referring to the captain? I thought she was the principal? When amanda saw the question in my eyes she smiled. "You know Lauren, aside from being the principal, I am also one of the captains of the 10th division. The 6th captain to be exact," she said.

"Oh dear, don't cry. It's not about you or what you know. It's about who you're associated with. You're a pawn in a much larger game." Amanda's mind raced as she continued to engage the kidnapper in conversation, trying to buy herself more time. She suddenly remembered that she had a hair clip on her hair and its very sharp. That morning when she was about to go to work, Adora complained that her hair clip was hurting her head and asked to change it . Amanda didn't have enough time so she just exchanged hers with Adora's before leaving. She also felt the sharpness of the pin on her scalp when she was on her way home but her anger stopped her from paying attention to the pain it caused her.

Mellana questions the woman in the front door. “Mom? I thought she was your sister!” I exclaim. “Morgan?” Mom calls her. “Melissa!” Mellana’s mother answers with enthusiasm and runs towards my mother, and both women hug each other. “Oh, my Goddess! It’s been so long we’ve seen each other.” The woman named Morgan says. “It’s been way too long.” My mom agrees. “Are you the one responsible for setting this all up for us?” “Guilty.” Morgan laughs. “I moved some chopsticks to find out where you'd be staying since someone told me they were going to protect a girl named Pandora.” She says looking at her daughter with a smirk.

“My name is Amanda Amara Thompson. I am 18 years old and my parents were killed by the man who kidnapped those four children ten years ago, and now he has set my house on fire to draw me out. By the time dispatch will get to my house the man will have me and my house will be nothing but rubble. Please find me. I’ll try to leave a trail to follow. Find Dr. Oliver Valero and tell him what happened. Send him and the rest of the family I have left away from this place.” “Ma’am we can help you. Dispatch will be there in five minutes.” “It’s too late.” I hung up. I haven’t thrown any of my knives and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know that I’m proficient in knife throwing and fighting with knives. I

“These for bookings?” She popped her gum, smirked. “Yeah. Whatever you’re into.” A wild thought sparked, reckless, perfect. I leaned in, lowered my voice. “Do you have lesbians?” Her smirk widened. “As many as you want.” I flipped through the booklet, heart kicking. Faces blurred until one stopped me cold, a blonde, 28, green eyes sharp enough to cut, lips full, body lean and strong. Amanda. Ten years older than me. I liked that. I love her body shape.

She reached down and grabbed her bag, then turned and quickly kicked dirt over the fire, making sure that it was well and completely put out before rolling up her bedroll and sleeping bag and simply carrying them under her arm as she hurried toward the road again. By the time the sun came up, Amanda was truly exhausted. She’d walked all night long, tripping and stumbling over rocks and underbrush but she wasn’t about to stop until she’d put as much distance between herself and the mutant wolf as possible. The thing had decided not to eat her once. She would not be so lucky the next time.