Amanda Fix Age Novels & Stories

"But I won't betray my best friend. No matter what you do to me." I chuckle. "Can you tell me how old Amira actually is?" She looks at me confused. "She's thirty." "There's no record of her birth." Her brows furrow. "There has to be. Everyone has a birth record." I pick up the folder, holding it out to her. "Look for yourself. "

You do not seem calm," the man said with a mischievous glare. Amanda turned to the ladies, trying to avoid the man's gaze by all means possible. "I am calm, sir. I just need to adjust to your presence." Her voice was shaking and she almost bit her tongue trying to express herself. Mr Kenny glanced towards Kira Mason to interview Amanda. Kira nodded and took it up, delightfully. "You are welcome, Miss Roberts," her voice was calm and soothing and Amanda found her nerves relaxing. "How old are you?" Kira asked with a smile. "I am 28 years old now," Amanda replied. "What certificates do you have?"

Giving the ceiling her full attention as the gears in her head come up with a million thoughts. "But if it makes you feel good, I don't remember her name." It's kind of sad, how I remember every detail of how I lost my virginity except for the fact that I don't remember the girls name. "It's okay..." Amanda says softly while keeping her eyes glued to the ceiling. Is it though? Amanda opens her mouth to speak again, but this time she turns her head to me and her blue eyes hold all the mixed emotions that she's feeling when she says, "Because I do."

Amanda put away her playful face and spoke with a serious face before smirking “You really are pathetic.” “Why don’t you go and ask your grandpa?” Amanda stood up in a disinterested manner as though it wasn’t fun anymore to taunt a fool and walked away. Amanda was no longer impulsive and foolish as she was four years ago. She had been carefully groomed and knew how to manipulate people around her to her benefit.

I usually take advices from my mom, now Amanda. I get up from my seat and hug her. She hugged me back. I knew her life was not easy. She raised up from abused parents, her parents never cared for her. Her dad died when she was 10year old with high dosage of drugs, Her mom married another guy and went away to USA when she was 12 year old. Her mom always scold her for getting destroyed her career. She used to blame Amanda, for her loss of job as a manager in Nescafe.

Peter said. “Wow! Congratulations." I beamed at Amanda. “Thank you. I'm so excited that my dog finally conceived and gave birth to twins. I want to treat you all to dinner. Promise me that you will come, Amber," Amanda said with her puppy cute eyes. I couldn't hold back the chuckle that escaped my lips, she's just so cute. She's sweet and intelligent. She's just eighteen and working for a big company like HK. “Of course, I will celebrate with you."

“That little girl. She looks pretty enough.” The man beside Sasha gave a brief nod before clicking the mouse. In just a second, the monitor flickered, pulling up a series of images of a little girl named Amanda. “She’s one of the kids delivered from the orphanage, Madame.” Sasha’s gaze hardened. A sharp breath flared her nostrils as she studied the girl’s face. “How old is she?” “She’s ten, Madame.”

But I never knew she would try to kill me. "Amanda has a daughter, Rory Moore. She was from her first marriage and Rory lived in London most of her time. Amanda's wealth came when her first husband died. Rory is only a year older than you. From the day Amanda saw you, she started changing Rory like you. Rory was brunette, but Amanda made her blonde and always bleached her hair. She even made her daughter undergo multiple plastic surgeries to look like you, and she does look like you. So this woman who is doing it is none other than Rory. "

"After five years, Jason was supposed to come back and we were supposed to be engaged officially but I found out that he is together with my sister so....." 'In my past life I even went to prison for five years, my mom died. I never met you in my past life. I think this is fate. I died at thirty and woke up at twenty five.' Amanda thought in her mind but she did not say it out loud. She did not want to scare him. He might think that she was not human. "That is probably my life for the past twenty five years." Silence filled the room after Amanda finished speaking.

Thinking it was the maids that came to clean yesterday, I rushed to open the door, only to get the shock of my life. On the other side of the door, in a trench coat and I'm willing to bet nothing else, was Amanda. I was certain she was the one. She was in one word, flawless, her clear skin showed signs of years of consistent skincare routine, her blonde hair was perfectly layered, and her makeup was amazing. She was gorgeous, if I didn't already hate this woman, I would have been asking her for makeup tips. She looked twenty, unlike her actual age of over two hundred.