Amanda Gooden Novels & Stories

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.

Bluey whispered in such a way that only the both of them could hear. So it was true, Amanda's eyes widened at her words. Her jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might snap. The vein along her neck pulsed with every breath, and her nostrils flared like a warning. For a second her thought was to grab bluey by her hair as she walked down the small set of stairs that led to the stage. “Wait”! Lola interrupted. Making Bluey halt to her feet. “As we all know I am Lola Adeyemo. I am well known for my scrutiny and the best at the game”.

She still wanted to have a decent life. "Amanda... sells cocaine on black sites, and... she also sells methamphetamine to people in the city." One of Ace's eyebrows shot up. "How? She has a supplier?" "She went to a guy called The Fixer. Someone who hides underground, but has a bigger network than I know." Selena tried to explain, although now and then, she glanced at the gun in front of her head. While trying to regulate her irregular breathing, Selena continued, "Amanda doesn't leave her base camp, she pays people to be couriers. That's what I did with Amanda, too. She's already paid my bill."

As the games and festivities continued, Amanda excused herself from the lively group. “I’ll be right back,” she said, smiling politely. “Just need to freshen up a bit.” No one paid much attention as she slipped away from the party, her expression transforming from cheerful to cunning the moment she was out of sight. She made her way down the hallway, quietly slipping into one of the bedrooms. Her eyes scanned the room, and then she spotted it: a beautiful, expensive necklace lying carelessly on the vanity. It belonged to Damien’s mother.

Then, she knelt and spoke sweetly to Eleanor. "You were amazing, sweetie! Did Mommy and Daddy teach you that song?" Eleanor nodded shyly. "Yeah." The host said with a smile, "That's wonderful! Can you tell everyone what Mommy's and Daddy's names are?" My heart clenched. Eleanor tilted her head, thinking carefully. "Mommy's name is Kendra Clarkson." "And what about Daddy?" "Daddy's name is Cody Baldwin." For a split second, the entire venue fell into stunned silence. Right behind us, the big screen proudly displayed our family's names—Lucas, not Cody.

Her hands were cut and bleeding from the fishing nets, but at least she had food and lodging and could earn a meager wage. Five years slipped away without mercy. The once confident and ambitious woman had been completely eroded by the sea winds. Her skin had darkened, her eyes were dull, and she constantly carried the lingering stench of fish. On a rare day docked for supplies, Susie clutched the few wrinkled dollars she had saved, intending to buy a pack of cigarettes. As she passed a street corner, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in her line of sight. It was me. I held a four-year-old girl’s hand in my left hand, while a blonde, blue-eyed woman was by my right.

Amanda is a 40-year-old married woman. She is 6' 0" tall with long shapely legs, long blonde hair, and a curvy body. She is the senior vice president of the fashion and cosmetic divisions at Deparis Industries. I have lusted for her since hiring her. She has rejected my romantic advances several times.

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?"

She never lost faith in me, or my future. Next, Amanda strolls down the aisle on Shotgun’s arm, wearing a dark purple gown that reaches the floor. Even as much as I still dislike her, I have to say she doesn't look half bad. For a brief second I chuckle, wondering if Shotgun may try to hit that later, the old dog. Then, I notice his look of disinterest when he releases her arm and I’m sure that Amanda is the last thing on his mind. I get it, buddy. I don't like her either, but if it makes Miranda happy to have her here, then I will tolerate it. I'll tolerate Amanda until the end of time as long as it means I get to keep Miranda near me.

She walked a while until she found an entrance made by a bunch of leaves and heard noise coming from the other side. "Moon goddess, protect me," she prayed as she opened the leaves to find all the pack members all gathered around an altar. She walked a little closer, but not close enough for them to be disrupted or distracted by her presence. She saw Damien, Alex and Elle in the middle of the circle that had been formed on a high pedestal. It seemed like they were doing some kind of sacrifice or something.