Amanda Gooden Novels & Stories

OMNISCIENT POV. WEEKS LATER. "So guys, I am with my good sis, Christiana, popularly known for her blog, Tiana's blog. So y'all had recently attacked her for dating a millionaire so let's welcome her.." Amanda said. James watched on his iPad waiting to see his girl. "Hii." Christiana's face was shown on his screen. She was wearing 26 inches black water curls wig wuth a C cut parting, her make up was done neatly and from the camera he saw she was wearing a red Zara shirt and blue jeans.

“To be Khan’s Empire is to be unpredictable. The meeting is dismissed, until next time.” After speaking, she left the room and immediately released the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. When she got to her office, her gaze fell on the scattered desk from her earlier search for the ring. “Where the hell could it be?” she muttered, biting her lip painfully. Meanwhile, Amanda had gone shopping with Joel. Working for Damien was amazing, as she was getting paid several times more per hour than she ever had before. “How would you feel about suits, Jo?” she asked her little boy as they walked hand in hand toward the children’s clothing section.

"Babe! Come say hi!" Both Taraji and I instinctively turned to look. And there she was. Amanda. She was walking toward us, and she was... God, she was gorgeous. Long blonde hair that looked like it had been professionally styled, perfect smile with impossibly white teeth, and—most noticeably—a figure that could only be described as extremely well-endowed. Her low-cut top left very little to the imagination. I felt Taraji's foot nudge mine under the table in solidarity. She waved at us—just a small, friendly gesture—but even that slight movement made her chest bounce in a way that defied physics.

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.

My brother by blood, Eric Wilson, was having an affair. I found out about it. However, I chose not to tell his wife. Instead, I blackmailed him into buying me three luxury handbags.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

Even in the brightest of early mornings, Amanda still managed to look like an angel who fell from the sky. Watching her stroll down her porch steps, handbag slinging on her shoulder, purple binder and some miscellaneous books clutched in front of her bosomed chest and a flask clasped in her other hand , she still managed to take my breath away. She was wearing a red, long sleeved pencil dress , knee length and her hair was brushed to perfection, allowing its silky locks to pour gracefully over her shoulders and back and I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to run my fingers through it.

Nothing would stop me now. As I left their room, I took one last glance at their peaceful faces. "Goodnight, my loves," I whispered. "I promise you, everything will be alright." The flickering nightlight cast long shadows across the floor, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I could feel the darkness that lived inside me stir with excitement. And a voice whispered in my head, “The world will soon know our name, Luna Wicken, and they will learn to fear it.”

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

And if I was angry before, I was livid now. “Are you out of your mind? She’s dangerous, Liam. You know she’s dangerous. Amelia nearly lost her life, Kai is barely breathing, and you are letting her roam around freely?” My voice rose, sharp with disbelief. “While I might not have proof of anything against her, you cannot deny the energy that she lets out, the fact that you know as well as me that this Is not how things went, and…”