Amanda Michelle Todd Novels & Stories

"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.

Amanda was dressed in a black silky and clingy robe that had gold peacock feathers attached to it, she wore a gold leaf pendant on her necklace that boobed between her buxom chest. “ I was going about the business you sent me Madam, and she secretly caught me while I was in action. After I explained to her how good the pay is and how wicked the council has been to you and your agitation for women achieving and becoming leaders. She decided to join me and we even brought additional information apart from the one you asked for.” Melissa explained as both of them bowed, before standing upright.

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.

“ 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.

Elijah's P.O.V "Your coffee" I turn in my chair to look at Camila. Her low voice gets me every time, I don't know he her voice is so calm all the time and barely audible. She stood by my desk, dressed in an oversized grey dress shirt, with only a few buttons open, revealing her cresent moon necklace, a pair of black skinny jeans with rips in the knees and by the height she's standing, I'm guessing ankle boots. Her hair was cascading down her shoulders in amazing curls as she displayed her beautiful taunting smile.

she bowed. "Goodmorning Amanda" Isiah said, "You were looking for me?" Amanda Winfield worked in a different department for the Nest. She was the eyes and ears of Lord Isiah all around Dorne, she had spies all over that told her everything, thats why she knew everything. They even had spies in the villages of Dorne and in the Earth City. Amanda was a young eighteen year old with blonde hair and a cute innocent face. "News My Lord" "I'm all ears" said the Lord.

She walked into her closet and picked a black spaghetti-strapped top and lose bum shorts revealing her long sexy legs and curves. She took the laptop out of her bag as well as the new Iphone and began to set up her account. She immediately registered for N*****x on her laptop then began to watch movies while waiting for her account to be set up and her food to be brought. Amanda came in and placed a plate of shrimp fried rice, steak and a glass of red wine on her table for her. “ Can I get the password to the wi-fi please?” she politely asked as the elder woman scribbled it o a piece of paper beside her.

Tolu and Susan said, “Welcome,” the doctor says, “and how are you?“ he asked, “We are fine,” Susan and Tolu say, while Amanda watching them, “and this is my friend, Amanda, she is a medical doctor,” Susan says, “Amanda welcome to my office,” the doctor says, “thank you, senior doctor,” Amanda says, “What Is your specialty?“ the doctor asked, “am a gynecologist” Amanda retorted, “Fine,” he says, “have you secured a job?“ the doctor asked,

She seems to have chosen one size too small and, also forgotten to button up the top three buttons, her breasts almost popping out. She gives us our menus. Looking at Nathan, she took out her pen biting down at the back of it. “Good morning, my name is Sandy, I will be your waitress today. How can I serve you today?”

I almost didn't answer but something made me pick up. "Hello?" I said. "Claire Whitmore?" The voice was unfamiliar, female, professional. "Claire Cross," I corrected automatically. "Right, sorry," the woman said. "My name is Amanda Mill, I'm a journalist with Modern Fashion Magazine." My stomach tightened. "I already spoke with your editorial team about the showcase," I said carefully. "I know," Amanda replied. "I'm actually calling about something different, we're running a feature alongside the showcase, a profile piece on you and your journey as a designer."