Amanda Knox Novels & Stories

Amy said with her hands clasped together, her eyes were shining while looking at Amelia. Amelia had her long curly brown hair braided and tied in a half knot with small flowers attached to the braid. The dress that she chose showed her prominent collarbones and subtly revealed her evident curves. She wore dainty accessories that complimented the dress and on her left finger was the ring that Damian gave her. Because she already had a natural beauty, she only wore light makeup. Truly, Amelia looked like a fairy who descended on the human realm. "Madam Lia! You're really beautiful! Just like a princess!" Maisy commented loudly.

“It’s okay. I can try.” Zoey watched as Amanda knocked on the president’s door and entered his office. She only exited almost half an hour later, unscathed. It did not look like she had been scolded. Anne dragged a chair and sat beside her. “I forgot to tell you that Amanda is an heiress.” Zoey thought it was odd. Although Anne was merely adequate in her work, she was very good at gathering gossip in the company. “Her family’s business is closely related to municipal investments. Her dad and Mr. Scott’s dad are past acquaintances. She has a very extensive background.”

"I can do that myself" The woman nodded and busied herself with clearing the table.Amanda went upstairs. She stared at the clothes on the closet and started picking out some clothes were okay to her but when she remembered Xavier's threat that he would dress her himself.She shivered and started pulling out clothes that he might like. Wondering uncomfortably if Xavier had been involved with picking out the wardrobe,she changed into a pair of cargo pants and a classic white shirt. When she came downstairs with her bag,a man took it out to where a luxury Range Rover waited.Amanda wandered out and breathed deep, and then spotted something that had piqued her interest before.The vintage cars park

At the steps to the house she pried her hand from mine, smiled and said, "Relax. You'll do great." The party wasn't as crowded as I feared although it was relatively early. Nico approached a conservatively dressed woman and introduced me to Amanda who was as tall as me. Her white blouse was buttoned all the way up to the top and her black knee-length skirt had nary a speck of lint on it. She was decently attractive in spite of the stern look on her face. We shook hands, which I found oddly formal for the circumstances. Nico excused herself to go find a drink.

THE WOMAN WHO STOOD BY A CRIMINAL Her phone buzzes. Another call from a reporter she doesn't answer. She's lost count of how many invitations have been rescinded this week. Charity boards. Country clubs. The private schools where she served on admissions committees. All of it gone. "Victoria?" She looks up to find Amanda Cross standing beside her table, designer handbag clutched like armor against her chest. Amanda looks terrible. Dark circles under her eyes, her usually perfect hair pulled back in a messy ponytail.

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.

I said after a few moments of silence. “Of course, you can. You’re a freakin’ Devaraux, your middle name is wealth,” Emma complimented. “Yeah, I just don’t really care about it.” As silence consumed us for a bit, Amanda pulled a dress out of the rack. She turned around to face us with her face flipping to the side. She thrust a frilly, navy-green dress sprawled with flowers on the waistband down to the bodice. Amanda threw us a suggestive look before Emma studied the gown.

“ What? Retire to our what? The press is outside waiting for us to –“ “ – shit he’s here,” Amanda said, she was the head Engineer for the phone. I remember what her role was because I was impressed by how she was comfortable with Engineering as a woman. She was dressed elegantly but she still wore glasses that gave her a very nerdy but sexy look.

Her eyes looked like it was laced with regret, but she still couldn't convince herself because there was no way a person would change in a minute. “You can use these clothes, these are the smallest sizes that I have,” Amanda said and gave her a small smile. She glanced at her with the same pair of accusing eyes. She thought the woman would immediately leave the moment she went out of the bathroom and finished telling her that it was her clothes, but she was wrong, for she just sat there in silence. Her eyes shifted to her body. Amanda Bermundo is a voluptuous woman, while she was still slender even after she gave birth. “Thanks,” she uttered in a low voice, got the clothes beside her, and tu

There was a small wide door that Liam knocked on, and it was opened by a man the size of the Hulk. "Hey man, have you seen Jax?" Liam stuck his hand out and they did a stupid man-hug with the guy before he let us in. "Yeah, he went to his office, why?" He looked over at me and smiled when he looked me up and down. "We have a new fighter." He said with a smile. "Well, in that case," He moved around Liam and came to stand by me. "Hey, I'm Jamie." I laughed when he kissed my hand.