Amanda Reilly Blogger Where Is She Now Novels & Stories

Aish, she just had to come back to ruin things. “Amanda, you need to relax. I think Nathaniel got it under control.” Miranda told me, dropping her glass of wine as she leaned back on the chair. I tucked my hair before my ears as the breeze blew softly. I let out a scoff. Nathaniel hardly came home nowadays and it has been three days since Grayson and him left the pack house without saying anything. I even tried asking him where he was going but he ignored me. “Why do these bloggers think they can post anything they want? Gosh, I wish I could sue them!” Annoyance was evident on my face.

I froze instantly and asked, “What?” “The blogs,” Amanda said. “What blogs?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “The blogs,” Amanda repeated. I stared at the wall and said, “Amanda.” “The blogs,” she repeated with emphasis. I groaned and said, “Amanda.” “The blogs,” she said again. “Amanda,” I said sharply. “Check them,” she finally said.

He might not have attained the point of total healing - wasn't sure he even wanted to, but he was fine. “Er…where was I?” Amanda looked back at Anders and smiled. “When she…I couldn't be a doctor anymore. Suddenly, it didn't give me the satisfaction I needed. So when I got back into town, I joined a band. It's one of the best decisions I've made since I returned.” “Wow!” “She would have loved to see me in front of a crowd.” Anders looked ahead, wondering the same thing - if Camila would have loved to see Kingston Groups having a pharmaceutical sector, not for her, but in a bid to actualize what she hadn't waited for.

I ask her after I return back to my seat. “Yes, Matilda. I feel a lot better now. Thank you so much for comforting me.” Amanda says and squeezes my hands. “Always, Amanda. I am always here for whatever you might need.” I tell her and I see that she is happy I said that. I don't ask her any more question but I have a feeling that there is more to her past than just about her baby's death. Who was her partner back then and the father of her baby? What situation was she in at that time. I know there is a lot. But I also know it is not my business at all. I am only here for the fashion campaign and to see where me, becoming a model takes me in the future.

Amanda remembered what had happened yesterday and said. "Okay." Richard finally released her. Amanda heaved a sigh of relief and looked for some comfortable clothes to put on. It was already 8.30am. When Richard went online, the internet was in a frenzy. A lot of hashtags about Amanda being chased out of Starshine entertainment was everywhere on the internet. #Amanda is no longer an artist under Starshine. #Amanda is a shrew in private. #Amanda actually stole someone's fiancee. #Startshine tired of covering up for Amanda and decided to get rid of her.

Just a few days away from her didn't mean she was all new and repented now. Rylee was a pure gossip lover, it was a little wonder that she was yet to own her own blog and maybe tag it 'Spilling the Damn Tea #CityLife'. Lives like mine would have made such blogs prosper, cause I was caught up in a lot of controversial situations, from my love life to my career and family and now to myself inclusive. "Nah..." I paused, not wanting to share, at least, not now. I could when I eventually eat and settle fully. I bet she would pull me by my ears when she got to hear the slightest of details, so I would need the strength to pull through.

He covered him with a thick quilt but Amanda struggled from it as her body was still craving for sexual satisfaction. The next day, Amanda Ford’s birthday party scandal was the headline of all tabloids and newspapers. She was also the topic of all TV news and entertainment program in the town and abroad. In addition, her name became the most search on the internet and social media. Her fans turned her bashers and it rapidly grew from time to time. The next day, Amanda was still the headline but this time, it’s not about her scandal anymore. Because of what happened, she couldn’t bear her treasured and hard-earned reputation was ruined, she decided to end her life.

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.

She responded. “You know, just living.” I chuckled. “Living is a good deal, you know.” She laughed lightly. “How about my godchildren?” She asked. “They're doing great Amy and will hopefully see you soon.” I replied much to Amanda's delight. “Uhh, so were you able to find a journalist or blogger who would help us?” I asked with a more serious expression. “Yeah. He has promised to be very discreet about it. He is a blogger and has a track record for always standing for the truth.” Amanda replied.

This time it’s a call. Rex. Riley leans back in his chair and answers. “Hey. What’s up?” Rex doesn’t even say hi first. “Amanda’s going to Italy.” Riley freezes. “…What?” “I said,” Rex repeats, slower, “Amanda. Italy. She’s applying for a job over there. Studio something. Working visa.” Riley straightens in his seat. “How do you know this?” “Well,” Rex clears his throat, “uh, weird story. You remember Celia Liu?”