Amanda Gooden Novels & Stories

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.

Amelia suddenly remembered how Helga prevented her from opening the television. "Wait, I'll send you the video. Oh my god, Lia. What is going on there?" Tara said as she quickly sends the video to her friend. Amelia clicked the link that Tara had sent her. She watches it for a few seconds before seeing her own face with Damian, the day that they exited the hospital when she went for a check-up. 'The Damian Castillo, caught in a scandal with a 17-years old girl' Amelia read the headlines. Her eyes were wide open as she watches the news about how Damian Castillo laid his hands on a minor.

She saw Amanda tap Lilly on the shoulder, and when Lilly turned, Amanda's voice became loud enough to catch the attention of those nearby. "Excuse me, miss," Amanda said with a haughty tone, "but I'm afraid you might be lost. This section of the party is reserved for those who actually belong here." Lilly raised an eyebrow, unfazed by Amanda's attempt at intimidation. "Oh? And who are you to decide who belongs here?" Just by a look, she knows she one of Helena pawns. Her sister really knows how to manipulate her people. Amanda puffed up, clearly pleased with the audience she was gathering. "I’m Amanda Blackwood, and I know everyone who’s worth knowing. You, however, seem out of place. Why do

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. "

he replies before he walks past us, down the staircase and over to where Amanda is critiquing the work the men have done setting the place settings. This Amanda woman is giving me a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. She appears to be very comfortable with Rhodes but also very eager to please him. It also doesn't help that she's very attractive; in a smart blue dress that accentuates her figure with long blonde hair flowing down her back. I don't know her very well; but as she leans a little too close to Rhodes and touches him on his arm, I get the impression that she isn't above sleeping her way to the top. It's gives me a bad feeling deep in the pit of my stomach. All of a sudden I have

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."

“Permanently.” Hunter paled. “You can’t be serious.” “I’m sending someone after her,” Amanda said, already dialing. “I want to know where she is. I want to know everything.” “Jesus,” Hunter muttered, rubbing his temples. “You’ve really lost it.” Amanda ignored him. On the other end, a voice answered. She smiled sweetly. “I need you to find someone for me,” she said. “A woman. Name’s Minnie Love. Used to be Ruby. She’s on the move. And if you find her… stop her. Whatever it takes.”

Our story starts with June Paxton who was the quirky girl next door type girl, Who had rough school years. She had been taunted for her weaknesses. She had been bullied by the stereotypical queen bee kinda girls from her class. Somehow She survived them and made friends who really mattered but her self- confidence had been shaken cause of then. She always thought she was ordinary. But then god arose her from the dirt. She found out her purpose, her passion and most of she met the person who changed her whole world.

She did not intend to tell Nadine or her mother about the sinister events that had happened to her last night, and she knew that if Amanda opened her voice, new problems would come while her brain and body were too tired to be invited to face many problems. "Hopefully, someone will be interested in buying it soon even though my car isn't as nice as everyone else's." Amanda closed the laptop and moved it to the drawer, and she finished the rest of her chocolate milk. *** "Joana." "Yes, sir. Do you need anything?" The 35-year-old woman was Oriaga's assistant. Luckily, Joana was married and had a five-year-old daughter, and she had no reason to like Oriaga other than admiration for her boss's p

THE WOMAN WHO STOOD BY A CRIMINAL Her phone buzzes. Another call from a reporter she doesn't answer. She's lost count of how many invitations have been rescinded this week. Charity boards. Country clubs. The private schools where she served on admissions committees. All of it gone. "Victoria?" She looks up to find Amanda Cross standing beside her table, designer handbag clutched like armor against her chest. Amanda looks terrible. Dark circles under her eyes, her usually perfect hair pulled back in a messy ponytail.