Amanda Gooden Novels & Stories

I couldn’t wait to get home and sneak myself a very, very cold shower. “Make up an excuse for me?” I asked, turning to her bright brown eyes again. Amanda is stupid pretty and she doesn’t give a fuck. Dark brown hair, dark chocolate eyes, and lips like fucking Angelia Jolie! She’s a choppy girl, I guess, but with her big boobs, big ass, and an attitude and confidence for days, people tend not to notice.

Amanda,a twenty four years old woman with a height of about one hundred and sixty two centimeters, a left side entrenched dimple,an intoxicating smile and a set of white teeth that complemented her beauty. She was putting on a white inner sleeve shirt under her black branded suit and a black suit skirt. She had a designer watch strapped around her frail wrist. Her hair was neatly braided to french plaits and held in place by a red flowered ribbon. She smelled of cherry fragranced perfume. Leo looked up from his desk into her smiley face. Amanda was the backbone he had that made office work easier and less stressful for him. “Good morning Amanda”Leo said half-smiling.

“Serena, your background isn’t particularly impressive, and you have no experience in this industry. “What made you apply to our company? “What makes you think we’d hire you?” I answered, “It’s because I’m willing to learn. I work hard, and I don’t fear challenges. “If you give me a chance, I promise you’ll be impressed.” Seven years later, I kept my promise. The confident, determined girl who had walked into his office back then had weathered seven long years of storms and stood before him once again. She was stronger than ever. However, this time, there was nothing he could do to keep her.

"You're also evil." "Oh, was that touching? Save it. There's no one here to buy it." Amanda's smile is cold. "What makes you think Christian will want a child from a low-class teacher like you? Someone who gave up her job so easily to be a housewife? I'm not evil, Jane. I'm just better at playing this game than you." I try to say something, but Amanda keeps talking. She takes off her high heel and hits it hard on the mirror next to me. Glass breaks everywhere.

said Bram. "Yes Dad!" replied Amanda, she immediately went up to her room and did a morning shower ritual, today she wore a matching dress, a little formal but kept her elegant and beautiful, not forgetting she put lipstick and powder on her face. She is very excited today to teach the orphanage children with other social care teams, even none of her friends realize that she is the son of Bramastya, a wealthy businessman. His humble nature and demeanor, full of affection and tenderness make her look like the perfect angel in this world. "Sir, please take me home first, then later to the Arya Sekuritas office, sir," said Amanda to Mr. Dirga, the driver.

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.

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.