Amanda Lehan-canto Novels & Stories

And she took great joy in it. “Come on!” Amanda barked, kicking me in the stomach. The pain barely registered over the burning in my mouth from the wolfsbane. “You’re meant to be getting the great hall prepared for Nicholas’s Luna choosing ceremony. There’s so much to do, and you can’t embarrass me.” “Why would I embarrass you?” I croaked. “You’re not going to become his Luna.” Amanda giggled and crouched down. “Oh, but I am. I will become his Luna. There won’t be anyone to compete with me once I’m done with everyone.”

(Now you are surely gone, Mano! I took a shaky breath and licked my lips and then looked at Amy who was observing me keenly. "Why?...Aww..my boli Bali babe. Don't worry, if they ever tried to hurt you in any way, I will myself numb their royal jewels for a lifetime so that they won't be able to produce their next heir. your lioness is here, babes! Don't underestimate the power of great Amanda Rutz." She said to me as usual dramatically. Listening to her, I laughed a bit. She is indeed a unique piece, spicy gal, always makes me calm, smile and soothe. And she always pronounces it wrongly.

I had escaped her gaze by the narrowest margin, slipping into the car before she could fully process what or who she was seeing. But Amanda was not the type to let curiosity die quietly. If she had seen even a shadow of Rohan’s presence, even a hint of his entourage, she would dig until she struck the golden truth. Of course she would run straight to Luciano with it. I exhaled slowly, schooling my expression into calm neutrality. Whatever Amanda was doing now, whatever version of the story she was feeding Luciano, I would have to account for it and strategize my next move around it.

At Richard's mansion, Amanda was lying lazily in his arms after an intense 'work out'. Richard was lightly playing with her hair. "Honey..." Amanda called out softly. "Huh..." Richard looked at, indicating for her to continue. "Can you help me look up to someone?" "Who?" "Kevin Anubi the artist director of Startshine and Becky Leaky. I think this two have an interesting relationship. And also the relationship between Mandy and Becky those two have been close recently." Amanda said.

"You're cute." Snarling, I bare my canines at him. "Watch it." "I figured all ladies like to be called cute." "Not this lady." I raised my fist and aimed straight for his jaw. Unfortunately, the tip of the dagger sliced down the ground the same moment his weight under me disappears. Before I could react, a voice whispers close to my ear from behind, "Indeed, you are too beautiful to kill, Leaxandra." It was a late reaction when I swung my weapon behind, only for my hand to get caught midair.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

Amanda mercilessly rubbed salt into her wounds. Cathy only felt that she was using her words to retaliate. Cathy took a step back in anger, her eyes fixed on Hannah, the stinky girl, her big eyes were so bright that she could see the darkest side of people's hearts, this child would be even more powerful than she imagined when she grew up. She also grew up in all the love, her love would turn into an unknown energy. Such a child is the most terrible to grow up. "Amanda, I'm here today to ask you, are you going to give me the antidote or not?"

Every word and sentence was a complaint about life's unfairness, crude and vulgar, insulting to the ears of those listening. Amanda sneered, thinking that this must be Maisie's mother, who only cared about money. She knocked on the door. Before long, Cindy stuck her head out, scrutinizing her from head to toe, furrowing her brows as she asked, "Who are you looking for?" "May I ask..." Amanda took precautions. "Is this the home of Ms. Cindy Leech?" "Yes." Cindy was puzzled. "That's me. Who are you?" Amanda revealed her identity directly. "I'm Amanda Winslade, Editor-in-Chief and Senior Reporter from the Cumulus Morning Post. Here's my identification."

“Never too powerful for the only Braxton with a backbone.” Leah cackled, waving her toward the seat beside her. “God, I missed that tongue.” From across the room, Amanda Braxton—Callum’s mother—shifted uncomfortably on the velvet sofa, her thin lips pursed into a smile that never reached her eyes. Beside her sat Eliana, radiant and understated in cream silk, and Seinna, already rolling her eyes dramatically. “Isla,” Amanda said, voice saccharine. “You look… sharp.”