Amanda Cohen Novels & Stories

Feeling vexed by Cord’s insensitive treatment, Amanda inserted herself in their conversation. “You are probably the rudest person I have ever met, Mister Vitalis, ” she said, giving him a frown. Then, she faced the stunned Heather and shot a hand in between them. “Hi, I’m Caitlin O’Malley by the way. It’s a pleasure to meet one of the family members.” Heather smiled at her, wider this time, and shook Amanda’s hand. “Heather Ferguson, honey, and I’m telling you now, I am going to like you. I’ve never seen a woman courageous enough to be frank in front of the Master.”

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."

Rosy asked in surprise. "Of course, yes," Jennifer replied. "They are staying in a different apartment though. You had better watch out; Derrick is coming up with a new company bigger and better than the one you took from him. When you have time, search online for a company named Amani International, they are into construction, state housing and stuff like that." she said with a chuckle. Rosy had heard about the new company; they are doing so well. She had even sent a proposal there once for a collaboration but they never replied. She didn't know who the owner was. They just say Mr President and his real name was never mentioned.

while tilting his head. The girl who came to help me tried to hold back her laughter. Dane glanced at her questionably. “Got something to add Kendra?” “Catrina is a lying bitch,” Kendra unveiled. “Fuck you!” Catrina snapped back. Dane looked at all of us before settling his gaze on me. “New girl, what happened?” I tilted my head to the side, letting my hair fall over my eye, and replied, “Nothing, sir.” Catrina hissed, “It’s Alpha!”

"Hey. I didn't recognize the number." "Oh, it's a new work line I had to set up for the boutique," Amanda said, her tone carrying that effortless, vibrant energy she always wore like a shield. Amanda, thirty-eight, a master stylist, and a whirlwind of chic sophistication. She is the only person who could look at my five-foot-eleven frame and know exactly how to drape it in fabric that made me feel like a queen rather than a giant. "Listen, darling, I know it's late notice, but I was just thinking about you, I'm finishing up a styling session near the Upper East Side and I wanted to check in. How are things at home? How is Leonard?"

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

All four of these women are impossibly gorgeous, and I’m feeling a little self-conscious as I stand across from them with tangly, windblown hair, dressed in borrowed clothes that don’t fit quite right. “Sorry for barging in like this, we’re just so excited you’re here!” the little curly-haired one chirps enthusiastically. She must be able to read the confusion on my face because she quickly goes on to elaborate. “You met our mates this morning. I’m Astrid, and this is Quinn, Brooke, and Fallon,” she says, pointing to each of the other girls as she names them off. “Nice to meet you all,” I breathe, smoothing my hair with a hand and stepping closer. “Are you part of Reid’s pack, or…”

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.