Amanda Cohen Novels & Stories

She failed to see how that would be beneficial to anyone. “Our first pair, Emily from the beginners,” Coach Henderson started. She didn’t even have to look to know the Omega was a trembling mess. It was worse now with whatever spell had been cast on them. “And Ava.”

“Good. Maybe pain will remind you to stop pretending. Maybe it will remind you of what a traitor might live through if they were to be caught. And right now, you seem to think that you are smarter than everyone else.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I muttered, trying my best not to wince. But she did not budge. If anything, she seemed to grow angrier. She leaned closer, her breath brushing my ear. “Tell me, Amelia, what game are you playing? First you collapse, then you whisper my name, you come to kill me, then you ‘defend’ me. Why?” My chest heaved as anger cut through the ache. “Not everything is a game, Selene. Some of us don’t live to scheme and twist. As you might know, not

“Choked on my drink, that’s all.” “Careful. Don’t spill anything on the carpet,” I said. He scowled. “Funny.” They must have felt the tense energy between us, so Alex interrupted. “How is your new product going, Amanda?” “I am still working on it. I promise that this time it won’t fail. I am hoping to go somewhere tomorrow and get one last ingredient.” He was puzzled. “I thought you received it this morning.” “It’s a last-minute thing. I already called the place and Diego has agreed to come, right Diego?” I turned to him. His eyes bulged out of his face.

"Amanda has been working for us for almost five years now." Mrs. Ireen Danvers said, looking at Amanda who stood next to her. Judging by the way she was talking about Amanda, it was clear that Liam's mother trusted Amanda completely, and she was proud to have her as her personal assistant. Taking her eyes off Liam, Amanda cleared her throat lightly. "Um, Mrs. Danvers, you have an online meeting with the investors." Miss Amanda said in a low tone, bringing up her iPad so Mrs ireen can see what's on the screen.

Amanda nodded in approval. "I know it's too early for me to say this since we're not married yet, but I want to let you know that I won't tie you in the house, and I'm not expecting you to be a submissive wife. I want you to continue being a smart and independent woman. I don't want you to be known as Mrs. Emmett Albreicht, but I want you to be known as Amanda Montserrat, the genius and successful CEO of Etoile Cosmetics Company." Emmett sincerely stated.

Grace introduces us, now bringing me out of my daydreaming. “Hello. It's so nice to meet you, Amanda.” I smile. “And Matilda, she is my good friend, Amanda Campbell.” Grace says. I blink, trying to recall where I have heard that name before, and then it clicks in my head right away. I look up at her and I widen my eyes. “You're Amanda Campbell! She owns one of the most successful and famous modelling agencies in the whole United States. My sister mentioned you twice or thrice, I think.” I gasp and then I try to hide my embarrassment shortly after I realize I was being so loud.

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

Maybe we will discuss that on our date but he hasn’t brought up the date again either. Danika, please don’t overthink this. I can’t wait to call Emily and tell her how everything went. I am a pessimistic person and it helps to have a person like Emily who is crazy optimistic when it comes to other people. I was brought out of my daze by a commotion happening outside my dressing room. I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me.

Every one was happy, but deep within Amir a whole lot we missing. Amira had decided to finally take Akeem back to his father's land. She wasn't raised a coward. She was done hiding. She needed help, she knew she couldn't do this on her own and so she decided that Anna would be of a huge help to her. After much persuasion, Anna finally agreed. Nothing much was left for her in Odeon, she was going to help Amira.

The bulletproof vests are inside the van already so I don't have to worry about that. I organize all the weapons in the van while Chad gives us snacks, Chris starts to set up the computers in the back and Ryland goes over the route we're going to take. Once I'm done, I go back to the room Amanda and I were in. I find her sitting on the bed, putting on her heels. Leaning against the door frame, I watch her apply some makeup through the mirror. The red lipstick always makes her look hot. As she puts her hair up into a tight bun, I can't help but to check her out, her ass looks so good in those tight jeans.