Amanda Gooden Novels & Stories

But first, Lennox had to deal with his doubt. He slammed the glass down, shattering it. Shards flew across the desk, one slicing his palm. Blood welled up, hot and red. He stared at it, the pain grounding him. This was real. The chaos was starting... Hours passed, or maybe minutes — he lost track. His phone buzzed. “Talk,” he demanded. “I got something, boss.” Marco said, his voice was low. “The woman — she worked at a club Zeus owns. It was positive, that girl, she's a Vincenzo. Saoirse Vincenzo.”

She thought Spencer would indulge her like Asher, but she did not realize that Spencer had secretly assigned a price to everything. She regretted it. Now she realized how happy she was with Asher, but all of that was destroyed by her greed. To pay off her debts, she could only become a gift Spencer prepared for the powerful and wealthy.

Camila I stared at the mirror unsure if the person I was looking at was me. My long black was braided a tone side and left to rest on the other side of my shoulder, my brown eyes were bright yet had a sad gleam to them. I wore a long handless black gown that had a long slit, up to my knee. I applied some lipstick and paired my outfit with a silver pair of high heels.

he says a little too condescending for my liking, but I let it go. I’m incredibly panicked. This is the first time I’ve left my Pack for any amount of time that wasn’t related to a crisis of some sort. I’m going home with Colby. I can’t wait to see his Pack, meet his family, and especially meet Amelie. I have some gifts for her, that Colby helped me pick out. A purple elephant – she collects elephants, and she loves the color purple. And a little necklace with an elephant on it. From what Colby has told me this will be her first big girl jewelry. I can’t wait to see her little face.

I do want to love Amaira and give her the life she deserves, but I live her too much too force her into doing what she doesn't want to do. "So what am I looking at here?" I blankly asked as I stared at the women with disinterest in my eyes. "Oh-kay" Vanessa rubbed her hands together before she leaned down so she could clearly see the first person. "That's Amanda, daughter of Alpha Joseph of Blue Stone's pack. She's 19, owns the largest bakery store in her pack, and Ioves shopping." "Blue Stone's pack, huh?" I remember the pack, and I remembered inviting them to the dance two days ago. Maybe I hadn't noticed Amanda then.

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

“Choked on my drink, that’s all.” “Careful. Don’t spill anything on the carpet,” I said. He scowled. “Funny.” They must have felt the tense energy between us, so Alex interrupted. “How is your new product going, Amanda?” “I am still working on it. I promise that this time it won’t fail. I am hoping to go somewhere tomorrow and get one last ingredient.” He was puzzled. “I thought you received it this morning.” “It’s a last-minute thing. I already called the place and Diego has agreed to come, right Diego?” I turned to him. His eyes bulged out of his face.

Thalia turned a serious eye to her. "I don't know. I've always wanted to work for her. I don't mean to say that I don't... have a good time here, but with her, it would be a dream come true. I've heard about her since, I don't know. It would be amazing," she replied. "Wow, it's that serious for you, Pam, huh?" Daniela tapped her shoulder. "How about you, David?" Charles inquired. "That woman is a legend. I mean, who wouldn't want to work with her. But let's pass. They are all just thoughts."

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

"Girl, I thought the same thing! Could this guy have… stolen it?" To make matters worse, an insider spilled the truth: "I work at A51. That woman isn’t even the real daughter. And the guy? He’s disgusting. He proposed while cheating on his real girlfriend. Plus, he picked the wrong ‘heiress’ to suck up to. What a joke." The online narrative flipped overnight, and the mall’s reputation took a hit as negative reviews poured in.