Adventurer Amanda Novels & Stories

Amanda and Belle, the only persons I can rely on in London unlike people I called Family. I quickly typed out the first number and just as I was about to hit the call button, I paused. This was it. This call would set the pace for what's about to hit my family and Zeke. I realeased a heavy breath I didn't realize I was holding, then I hit the call button. “Hello, this is Amanda, how may I help you?” she responded loud enough for me to hear. Loud music, DJ's mixtape, party cheers and loud chatters, she was at the club! Amanda was still the same free spirited young lady I knew. An excellent content creator with beautiful ideas.

She missed him so much. She had finished making the spear and was about to strike, when she felt a strong grip, she tried to wiggle away but her efforts where futile. She kept pushing and pulling but she couldn't free herself from the group. Amira recognized the Warriors to Beavertail Juan's but they didn't recognize her, she added the bids due to child beats so she looked chica which has shipped in fact do and the mold which splashed on her face while she was trying to find food prevented the Warriors from recognizing her. One of the warriors said

She intended to take control of her own destiny and prove that she was capable of making her own choices, even in the face of Drake's disapproval. As they ventured out to explore the pack, Amanda's mind brimmed with excitement and curiosity. She relished the opportunity to uncover the hidden stories and untold legends that were woven into the fabric of the Shadow Pack. With James and Ethan by her side, she felt a renewed sense of empowerment and freedom.

Adrik asked her as she came up to shake his hand. “Amanda.” She said shyly before turning around to look at what I could only assume was her family. “Amanda, how old are you?” Adrik asked her. I remembered copying down her number but never saw her face. During the driving portion she was in a helmet and did well, even showed off on her dirt bike during a short break. Even during the fight without magic, she was fierce and quick, but with a face shield on, we couldn’t really make out her features. But now seeing her face it was hard not to gasp as she looked like she was no older than fifteen.

Ruth said as she smiled broadly staring at me. "ask Amanda and let it be good.. . "Alex said and he winked at Ruth. This two... Baddest in the land. "Amanda, if you were to make your man happy, what s*x style can you pull off best? "Ruth asked and licked her lips. Oh my! This question is exposing and the funny part is, Am still a vrgin. I thought of what to say... Anything at all. "Missionary... "I muttered. I looked up and my eyes locked with Richard , he was staring at me.

A familiar ache settles in my chest as I reach out and let the spray of the falls dust my fingers with moisture. “I’m going to start a fire,” Amanda says, her voice echoing through the cave. I turn my head to look at her. “Do you think whoever was here before is coming back?” “Nope,” she breathes, shaking her head, her long, coppery gold hair hanging loose over her shoulders. “Whoever left all of this stuff here did so a while ago. We’re safe, and unless there’s more than one waterfall, we’re exactly where Granger said he’d meet us.” She growls Granger’s name, making a face like his name on her tongue tastes like acid.

Oh, fuck! We’re doomed. I’m doomed! Hunter took my hand. And fondled his fingers on mine. I lifted my head to meet his gaze. He flashed the sweetest smile the world has ever known. I bet one too many of his die-hard supporters would envy me right now if they only knew what Hunter and I have been doing. “Amanda’s a magic healer. She healed me,” Hunter said. His eyes flickered with glee. Somehow, it made me smile too.

My blood was firing through my body, my wolf growling at me from under my skin. It got worse as Andrea's naked body filled my mind. And it became ever harder to walk.... If you know what I mean. The entire hotel was surrounded by vamps here to protect her. Their stench was a putrid waft into my face ever corner I turned. Meaning... She'll be there when I get back so I really needed to stop fast walking like a crazy lunatic whose never seem a naked woman in his life. I mean none of the other girls could ever compare to Andrea. But seriously, I needed to chill.

I sat on her waist, trying to contain her thrashing legs. “Get off me, you crazy bitch!” she screamed, her hands clawing at my arms. I grabbed a fistful of her sleek, straight hair and yanked. Her scream this time was piercing, raw. Running footsteps. Ama skidded into the kitchen, her eyes wide with horror. “Aunty! Madam! Stop!” She tried to wedge herself between us, but we were animals now, locked in a primal struggle, our grips unbreakable. Ama looked frantically between us, then turned and fled at the sound of a car horn blaring from the driveway.

But as I turned to leave, my foot caught on something—Medina’s outstretched leg. I crashed to the floor with a loud thud. My gown rode up, exposing my thighs. Drake’s gaze fell on me, his eyes lingering on the small tattoo etched into my skin. It wasn’t just any tattoo—it was the mark my mother had given me, my little “guardian angel.” I quickly pulled my gown down, covering myself. Drake’s eyes flickered with recognition before he turned away, his expression unreadable. Medina smirked, satisfied with her handiwork. She had tripped me on purpose.