Adventurer Amanda Novels & Stories

Old Master Rudolf's tall body shook. Madam Restall's body also softened and sat down on the sofa. What she heard at this moment was far more shocking and unexpected than what she heard about Second Brother cheating on his wife. Back then, Amanda made a big fuss at home because of this man. Later on, she followed him to some rural place and said that she wanted to live a life of paradise. Madam Restall did not have news of her for many years. When they found Amanda and Shawn again, Amanda was robbed because she went to the mountains with Shawn to harvest and the she passed away.

she didn’t know her cheeks suddenly became pink while trying to brush off her best friend. “Spill it. Who is it?” Brenda was teasing. Amanda could not help but roll her eyes. She already said it was nothing. “Okay, okay. His name is Mark Hunter. We met a few weeks back when we went to Northern Province and Jack adores his daughter Penny. He is new to single-parenthood thingy so I was just giving him advise” she hopes her lengthy explanation would stop her best friend. “So when can I meet this Mark Hunter?” she’s interested to whoever can make her best friend lose her precious sleep.

she chuckled. "Alessandro."Amanda smiled. She was grateful for what Alessandro said. Parker was the only man she had ever loved and she was determined to spend the rest of her life loving him. "Well yes Alessandro, you're right. I'm hopelessly in love with him."Amanda smiled. "I'm just glad to see you happy."she smiled. "Me too, this is the first time in a really long while I've been this happy."Amanda said. "So darling, I'll be going away for some time. I'll be going to Singapore for some business."she said.

She was raised on the streets by a poor family. Amanda had two supernatural abilities, she could appear and disappear from one place to another, the art of teleportation, secondly, she was capable of finding anyone on earth as long as she had seen his or her face or heard the voice, this makes it easy for her to track down any target because her mind somehow creates a map that leads directly to that person. Amanda grew in the streets and had seen good and evil even from a very early age in life, which was why she had sworn to haunt down any criminal; thieves, murderers, kidnappers, ritualists, cultists, fraudsters, rapists, etc. so far she had killed more criminals than she could remember an

I bit my lip, trying to suppress a laugh. “Stop that! I'm just trying to make friends,” Zero huffed, rubbing the back of his hand, which Rico slapped. Rico let out a scoff, “You can't, seriously. All the women you wanted to befriend ended up on your bed. Remember?” “Hey,” Wendy, one of the waitresses, approached our table. Her red hair fell flatly down her shoulder. The redhead clearly didn’t like me by the way she looked at me from head to toe; her gaze was sharp and judgy. I raised a brow at her, gesturing for her to say what she needed to say.

Every now and then the men would start trouble but otherwise they were good customers and Laila couldn’t get enough of them. We seemed to be settling in and quite content until one night a strange man came in and walked straight up to me. Laila’s mouth watered and she swooned at the very sight of him. “What’s your name?” He asked in a deep voice that made my knees weak. “Amanda.” I squeaked out. “Your full name simpleton.” His insult hitting my ears still making me smile like an idiot. “Amanda Heartly.” I answered. “I Blane Thornton of the Dark Moon pack reject you Amanda Heartly as my mate.” His words spat fire into my veins.

“Was she your girlfriend?” “No,” Adam scoffs. “I wouldn’t have minded that, though. She was one fine-looking piece of ass.” “I’m going to rip you apart, motherfucker,” Ryder growls. “No, you’re not. You’re going to shut up and die like Amanda did.” He retorts, pressing the barrel to my head. “She tried to do good when she found out about my business venture. I was just getting off the ground and discovered the sweetest little fifteen-year-old runaway… one of Amanda’s students. For a few hundred thousand dollars, I found her a new master in Saudi. Your mother somehow caught on, and was about to blow the whistle. I couldn’t let that happen.”

Jack, answering promptly upon seeing it was Dickson, greeted, "Hello, Mr. Dickson. How can I assist you?" Dickson commanded, "Jack, find out where Amanda is right now." "Sure, Mr. Dickson!" Jack responded. Shortly after, Jack utilised a satellite to trace Amanda's current location. "Mr. Dickson, Miss Amanda is currently at Sundry Venturas. I'm sending her location to you now!" Jack informed him. "Sundry Venturas?" Dickson inquired. "Yes." Suddenly, jealousy consumed Dickson. Reflecting, he thought, "Andrew works in a film company. Amanda is likely visiting Andrew at Sundry Venturas."

"It belongs to the pack. Now, get out." Mom nudged my arm, pushing me away softly. "Annie, please, let's just go. Don't argue with an Alpha!" In the overwhelming worries intermingled with fear, gathering our belongings felt like losing all hopes. My mom threw my clothes into a duffel bag, her hands shaking. "Cassandra called me yesterday," she revealed in a whisper. "She said Damon was serious about leaving you. She offered to help me get a job outside the Academy's territory if I made sure you never pursued this wolf dream again. I just wanted you to be safe, Annie. I didn't want you to get involved with these powerful Lords."

“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