Amanda Gooden Novels & Stories

She then moved over to our side of her cell and did the same making sure her whole cell was closed off, from any peeping Tom's. I shook my head again and got lost in my thoughts, wandering what her story was and why they were acting like that towards her, I must say this took the boredom away for little bit. After about twenty minutes it seems she was done and began to remove the sheets from around her. What I saw shocked me completely out of my musings, in front of me was the most beautiful breathtaking woman I have ever seen. Her hair was midnight black hanging down to her butt, and she hadn't even combed it out yet. They gave her black leather pants to wear that was completely form fittin

His face was stone cold. Amanda sat across from us wearing a red dress that probably cost more than most people's cars. She kept smiling at everyone like she was the hostess instead of an uninvited guest. "So Amanda," Uncle Gideon said, cutting his meat, "how have you been?" "Wonderful, thank you for asking." Amanda's voice was sweet as honey. "I've been keeping busy. Learning so many interesting things about people." Sandra, who was sitting next to Alec, raised her eyebrow. "What kind of things?"

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Amanda nodded in approval. "I know it's too early for me to say this since we're not married yet, but I want to let you know that I won't tie you in the house, and I'm not expecting you to be a submissive wife. I want you to continue being a smart and independent woman. I don't want you to be known as Mrs. Emmett Albreicht, but I want you to be known as Amanda Montserrat, the genius and successful CEO of Etoile Cosmetics Company." Emmett sincerely stated.

The voice went silent for a few minutes before it spoke calmly “Our association will continue if you can get yourself back to my place.” “Alright.” Amanda’s lips curled up slyly as she hung up. She knew her sponsor wouldn’t dare to touch her as he had a lot more to lose than her. She searched through the pile of clothes littered on the ground as she searched for a decent pair of the least smelly clothes. Just as Amanda was about to leave the room wearing the least revolting ones, her eyes paused on the television that was fixed on the wall. ‘A few more minutes wouldn’t cost her anything.’ With this thought in mind, her steps moved towards the remote control and turned it on.

I say. "I am so glad you realized I am much better than Jake. I deserve a man like Chase Stone. We only used Jake to hurt Belinda then and get her out of the company. I think it is time that we move on from Jake Green," Amanda says, and I cannot agree more with her. I think it is time that we get a real man on our side like Chase Stone.

I couldn't believe what she had been through, and I felt a deep desire to protect her from any further harm. "I just want to feel safe again," Chantelle said, her voice breaking. "I just want to feel like I can trust people again." I looked into her eyes, and I knew that I would do whatever it took to help her feel safe and secure. "You can trust me, Chantelle," I said. "I'll do everything I can to make sure you're safe, and that you never have to go through anything like that again." She nodded, and I could see the relief in her eyes. "Thank you," she said. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

In one corner of the cabin, a mannequin stands adorned with a striking garment, showcasing Amanda’s latest creation. "Hello, it's great to meet you! Please have a seat." Amanda, a woman in her late forties, emanates an air of confidence and expertise. Her eyes light up with curiosity and anticipation as she welcomes me, ready to review my work and engage in a meaningful conversation. I take a seat across from her, taking a moment to gather my thoughts before starting the conversation. "Thank you so much for seeing me, Amanda. I'm really excited about the opportunity to work with your company."

She'd know that there was something on my mind, so there was no point trying to keep it from her. Amanda was an impressive woman in every way. She was an amazing mom, a successful lawyer, and at age 35, still incredibly youthful and radiant. She was about 5'7'' - a good five inches taller than Serena - with an olive complexion and long curly brown hair. She was not nearly as curvy as Serena, but she was slender and athletic and very beautiful, just in a more conventional sort of way. And at that moment, as she stepped onto the deck, sweat glistening on her skin, she looked incredibly hot. I was fired up and anxious to get her alone as soon as possible.

she said "But I'm not, I want to get rid of this child, I'm not ready to be a mother and there's no way I'll give birth to the child of my captor" Amira said "My lady, with all due respect speak no more. You will be just the perfect mother for this innocent child. Do not punish the child for the sins of the father, besides your wedding is just by the corner" Selina preached