Amanda Nguyen Harvard Story Novels & Stories

I thought about Kesley in her wig and heavy makeup and fake name, meeting Niklaus in restaurants and penthouse suites while working in his building. It's exhausting didn't begin to cover it. "Please," Amanda said, and she actually looked at me with genuine vulnerability. "Please keep my very little secret. I'm going to tell him. I just need to find the right time." "It's not a very little secret," I said. "I know. But please anyway." I looked at her for a long moment. This woman who'd sat across from me and Kesley at a table while Kesley quietly broke her heart over Dan. Who'd been saccharine and territorial and perfect and turned out to be a fourth grade teacher in a sensible cardigan.

I smiled at her as I stared at the food, not having the heart to complain. “So since college, what have you been up to??” I cocked my head in thought at her question before taking a spoon to try the risotto which looked most familiar among the dishes except the spaghetti and the penne pasta which I knew. “Well... I furthered. Most people I know delved into different stuff but Amanda and I furthered our education. I took a full masters course in interior decor and fashion design.” Her face immediately darkened at the mention of Amanda, I couldn’t help but stare at her as I played with my spoon. I could sincerely understand her reaction as I made her remember Amanda again, the Amanda she ended

For him it was change, but for her it was almost a year's salary. She cut her hair a good length, bought makeup, a new Macbook, bought books for about six months of non-perishables, and Roberth was very insistent, donating almost sixty thousand dollars to her account. The day had amused them both. Roberth promised a trip to a cafe far from the university. Sarah agrees. The person who wouldn't like it is Amanda. Someone in her class had seen it and had already called her.

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.

By senior year, I had been offered a full scholarship for a master's program—and after that, a PhD track. People in the department called me a prodigy. I didn't feel like a prodigy. I felt like a girl who loved science more than anything, a girl who had found her purpose. My phone buzzed on the dresser. I picked it up. Amanda: ONE WEEK UNTIL YOU'RE A COLLEGE GRAD! ARE YOU FREAKING OUT YET? I smiled. Amanda and I had kept our promise. She had moved to Nevada with the adoptive family. The couple turned out to be everything she had hoped for—kind, patient, loving. Her siblings thrived in their new school. Amanda had graduated high school with honors and gone on to college, studying to become a

Austin inquired. "I'll do it." Jake volunteered and saw Nicholai glare at him. "I mean Nicholai, Cole and me can show Ms. Clarkson around." Amanda agreed and the three showed him around. She was new at school and she felt out of place. She was very intelligent she was already a sophomore in college at a young age. Nicholai then found out that she already met her before from Texas. She was the granddaughter of his grandfather’s nemesis. They couldn’t care less. Whatever feud their grandparents had was beyond them

She did not intend to tell Nadine or her mother about the sinister events that had happened to her last night, and she knew that if Amanda opened her voice, new problems would come while her brain and body were too tired to be invited to face many problems. "Hopefully, someone will be interested in buying it soon even though my car isn't as nice as everyone else's." Amanda closed the laptop and moved it to the drawer, and she finished the rest of her chocolate milk. *** "Joana." "Yes, sir. Do you need anything?" The 35-year-old woman was Oriaga's assistant. Luckily, Joana was married and had a five-year-old daughter, and she had no reason to like Oriaga other than admiration for her boss's p

there's Something wrong here. I took the phone closer to see clearer and I saw someone passed behind her with a seductive look. It was a guy called James. He is in his senior year at Harvard. Wait a minute... If Stephany said Amyla got Amanda biting then, then Amanda must have revenge for what happened. Yet. I cannot seem to understand why Amyla will camouflage her personality. I do not know but I just cannot believe this video though it is real. "Whatever it is, I want to know where you got this video and where you got this pic of Amyla with this snake on her," I said raising my phone

"Who?" Amanda ignored her and continued to speak, "Oh, I know many things," she countered before walking over to the chairs lining the nearest wall. Harlow kept her watering eyes locked on her as she rummaged through the stacks of papers, humming to herself. When she pulled out a folder, Harlow gulped loudly with a sniffle. Amanda exhaled loudly and flipped a folder open, revealing papers containing words and pictures. Wow, this pack was very secure, and it seemed nothing could get past them.

“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.