Amanda Shaw Knight Novels & Stories

“Come, I want you to meet her officially.” Amanda Rose Knight. Such a beautiful name. “Hey, Mom I want you to meet my wife, Elizabeth Morris Knight but she prefers to be called Elle. She’s the woman I brought here over a week ago. Elle, meet my mom, Amanda but everyone calls her Maddy.” “Hi ma’am, I’m so happy to finally meet you.” I want to say more. I want to thank her for giving the world a Killiad and how happy I am to meet her son. But I’m more afraid to voice out my growing feeling for his son.

And had gone back to her home. Now he was looking at Sondra’s younger sister, with her slim body and stunning looks. The anger on her face when she looked at him made him feel that she was an ideal candidate for his next violent sex movie. Only the little woman had slipped away and found herself a Knight in Shining Armour in the form of one of the founding members of the Club. James Schwartz. Hiding his disappointment, Worthington smiled blithely. “well,’ he said, his thin lips drawing back in a sneer,’” So she was..’

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

Emily Warner “Oh my god! Jake! What are you doing here? By the way, did you cut your hair? It looks good. Also, can you tell Danika to return my salad spinner? Not that I would ever use it but it belongs to me. I like it when people come in my kitchen and see a salad spinner. They will probably think ‘oh she eats healthy and probably is’-“ “Emily, this sounds like a lovely story but we are in a complicated situation.” Jake says as he looks at me with disbelief and amusement.

I made sure to not leave a drop of wetness on them and put them where they were meant to be. “Two ugly losers standing in the kitchen,” someone shouted in a sing song voice as a new presence entered the kitchen. “K-I-S-S-I-N-G,” Amanda finished and the two burst out in a mocking laugh. Briefly I turned my head in their direction and wasn't the least bit shocked to see one of Amanda’s friends. Gina was her name, she had fiery red hair and blue eyes. She was a daughter from one of the elite families in the back and of course just like Amanda she was a total narcissist. She caught me staring and sneered at me. “What are you looking at wimp?”

She looked away before she jumped over to where he sat and pulled his hair out in frustration. Zachary couldn't believe his eyes. The woman who sat across from him was the love of his life whom he had left because he was a shallow human being. His mood dimmed tremendously but he couldn't keep his eyes off her. Adorned in a peach colour blouse and a black pencil skirt, she looked too good to be true. Her dark hair is styled in contrast to her untanned,flawless face, which is styled in wavy waves that fall down to her waist, making her the most beautiful woman in the room. His heart clenched in regret and he looked away,the sadness reappearing when he saw her. By the time the introductions wer

My clients congratulated me. A,businessman from Paris came towards me and speaks up," Mr. Knight congratulation" "Thank you" I told him. "Actually Mr. Knight I want to ask can your model work for me. I need a model for bikini ads. She is too hot" He told me and anger rose into me.. How dare he? I about to beat him but Alex hold my hand and Max speaks up," Sorry Mr. Manson but Ms. Amelia is not a model. She is the person PA of Mr. Knight. And she doesn't has interest in modeling. She just did it for ourselves"

“You can continue with your work.” “Yes, sir.” I was about to go back to my office when the door opened. I turned— “Dad?” I said surprised. Harry Knight walked in like he owned the place—because, unfortunately, he did own the place. Akayda stood up immediately. “Good afternoon, Mr. Knight. You’re welcome.” Ignoring me completely, my father looked at her. “Who are you?” “I’m Akayda Jordan,” she replied politely. “Mr. Damian Knight’s secretary.”

Moving the light and moving through the spacey room, my eyes then landed on rows and rows of not books, but journals; each one titled on the spine with a date and moving with a hot purpose, my hands found their way to a random dated journal. Flipping through the pages and stopping randomly, my eyes found handwriting that looked so old and ink no longer dark, lightened with age, I read a few sentences. This past week was foul, leaking with appalling tendencies, and as I choose to write this, my hand is shaking with repugnance. Allerick has tried and trued his position to me as Alpha Knight and husband, and even as my best friend, but I feel as if I cannot always condone in sharing my personal

She knew this meeting would not be an easy one, but her patience was wearing thin. Amanda was a leader of the most prominent coven on the continent for longer than Kaitlyn lived. And she loved to exaggerate. Not many shifters would be crazy enough to go against her domain, as they would be wiped out in no time. That is why they chose the smaller covens, as no one would care if they disappeared. Like the one Kaitlyn was born to. She ran away with her sisters while Amanda was pretending nothing happened. That was life. Only the strongest will survive.