Amanda Cohen Novels & Stories

Batt I sit at the bar in The Gentlemen’s Club, glass of Jameson Whiskey in my hand as I watch her dance. Amora, she’s beyond beautiful, but in an old Hollywood glamour kind of way, not this baby doll, little girl looks from today. She has strong features, beautiful almond shaped green eyes, high pronounced cheek bones. Her skin was the most beautiful caramel color I had ever seen. I have imagined many times how soft she must feel. She must taste like vanilla, or strawberries. I close my eyes as my mouth waters at the thought. I open my eyes as I hear the music change, and she starts to sway a bit more as her hands roam her body like a lovers would. She was slowly making her way to her breast

She muttered, "They're probably still gossiping about you. I'm actually surprised you've managed to keep your temper when Candy's throwing so many insults your way." I sneered. "What's the rush? Why would I let her ruin my mood? She's come back to our country to take up a position, hasn't she?" "I've done some digging and found out she's working at Aurea, a brand in Berrada, as the CEO of the branch here in Metropolis. So we're going to be seeing a lot of each other, since we're both in the fashion industry." Amanda looked surprised. "You found all that out so quickly? That's impressive!"

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

“Who’s out there?” Amanda’s voice came out in a croak. No one answered. “I know you’re out there. I can hear you. What do you want? Who are you?” She called out to whoever was out there. Again, there was no response. Amanda closed her eyes against the lights and concentrated on the memory of that blue-white cord of light she’d seen after her dream about Cole working on his roof.

I turned around and Channing was standing there with hurt in her eyes. "Yes. Her mate is Richard Brickenden." "You mean John R. E. Brickenden?" She asked, tilting her head with confusion. "What's the R and the E for?" Was his name really not Richard Brickenden? "Richard Earkenhait. We had a run in with him back when I was just a kid." So she didn't lie about her mate, but she never told us what her mate did. She was hiding something. "Do you know what she's the Founder of?"

I had made the resolve to stay strong and he respected that. As I turned to acknowledge the mystery man I again stood and held out the hand not holding my coffee cup. He reached forward, in front of Rafe, taking my hand and lingering momentarily as I introduced myself. “I am Katelyn Adams, I would say it’s nice to meet you; however, that would be a lie under the circumstances.”. I introduced myself with my full name – I felt it provided a buffer to protect me.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

Amaria replied. “ Hold on. No, Amaria, no. You want to expose the Queen, are you out of your mind? This person you're talking about is the Queen of Ashmael and the Luna of the most powerful pack in werewolf history, The Moonstone pack. She clearly has a lot of supporters and to be honest Amaria, your plan won't work, you will just get yourself banished completely,” Dove whispered. Amaria glanced at her while she climbed onto her horse and said sternly, “ I know and I don't care, I will still try my best to expose her,” “ Well we will have to try, what she did was a very despicable thing, ” Teresa said and climbed onto Amaria's horse. Elex shrugged, climbed onto his horse and said, “ Even if

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.