Novel & Cerita Amanda Gooden

And she doesn't have any idea why,so she frowned at her. "What is wrong with you Mary?" "What's wrong? You're not even excited to see the most eligible billionaire in New York?" Her friend said with another shriek. Amanda just shook her head in frustration. She doesn't have the luxury of meeting one,and even if she did, she's not interested. The chef is done with her order already so she picked up the tray and is ready to go out. Still shaking her head when she heard Mary commenting on how lucky she is. To which,all the people inside the kitchen agreed on the affirmative.

It was the first time someone complimented me, so I didn't know how to react. The girl chirped again, "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Amanda. My mother is Amelinda, the organizer of this charity event. I just turned fifteen years old. I am currently studying while serving in Sir Darian's army. I am very pleased to get to know you." I watched Amanda as she spoke and felt that she did not have a hint of malice toward me. My mood gradually relaxed, and I began to enjoy this lively and lovely girl.

***** T.V: It is of a fact and proven that the golden Hollywood Actress, Amanda Udoh, had no hand in the death of Sarah Bright. Tony Wright, A nephew to Mr. Andrew Wright the CEO of Wright Pub—" “Stupid news.” Amanda said angrily, switching off the T.V with the remote control and throwing it to her brother, Drake, who was lying on a long couch in her living room, operating his phone.

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.

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.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

“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.”

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.