Amanda Swearingen Novels & Stories

She stormed back to her room, shutting the door behind her, barricading herself from the pain that threatened to engulf her. Inside the sanctuary of her room, Amanda fought against the torrent of emotions raging within her. She vowed to protect her heart, to shield it from the desires and vulnerabilities that had led her astray. In that moment, she made a silent promise to herself: she would not allow Drake to see her pain, to witness the cracks in her resolve.

Sarah asked confused in a semi-yelling tone, beating her hand in the air. Amanda smiled but didn’t let go of her hold “At least we agree with one fact that you got dumped and as for the insult, you can do better.” “How dare you? Do you know who I am?” Sarah asked with her eyes bulging out. “Whoever you are cannot be more than who I am neither can it be compared. If I were you, I will choose my next word very carefully. Now I see why he couldn’t stand being with you, and here I thought I was crazy. Hm hm.” Amanda stressed her last sound in disgust.

But I never knew she would try to kill me. "Amanda has a daughter, Rory Moore. She was from her first marriage and Rory lived in London most of her time. Amanda's wealth came when her first husband died. Rory is only a year older than you. From the day Amanda saw you, she started changing Rory like you. Rory was brunette, but Amanda made her blonde and always bleached her hair. She even made her daughter undergo multiple plastic surgeries to look like you, and she does look like you. So this woman who is doing it is none other than Rory. "

I ran straight to them, and pulled Jordan's mother away from Zwetta with all my might. "You son of a bitch." Zwetta Millero who was bent down by the tug of Jordan's mother's hand screamed, her hands reaching for the air to grab Jasmine Millero but she couldn't because of her lowered position. "Let me show you what a bitch is." Jasmine Millero tightened her pull on Zwetta Millero's bun so that Rhysand's mother screamed. Swearing escaped my mouth as I tried to free her hand. "Let me do it, she needs to be taught a lesson, Amanda!" Jasmine shouted at me.

After a few quick words, they divided up and zoomed off at vampire speed. The gap in the line of Switzers was quickly taken up by Amanda Amanni and her crew from AVC. "About time you let us get a good shot," she snarled. She turned to the camera with a bright smile. "This is Amanda Amanni, reporting for Live with the Undead. There's been one exciting event after another at the vampire feast. Here you can see that a regiment of Switzers has taken the German-American vampires prisoner. Can you tell me why, Mr. Guisan?" She jammed her microphone under Henri Guisan's nose.

I repeat her own words and I scoff. “Yes, at first,” Robert tries to join in the conversation but I shut Him down quickly. “Robert, I swear if you do not let this girl explain and dare say another word, you would see a side of me that would traumatize you.” I threaten him and he takes the hint and keeps his mouth shut. “Stay out of it, Robert,” Chad warns him also. “Amanda. That is your name, right?” I inquire and she nods. She is no longer whimpering, but her eyes are watery as if she could burst into tears at any moment.

she greeted "Her name is Amanda, after some research I realized I was wrong and so I had to make things right. Amanda here is very professional, she has been able to come up with a rough plan which I would like you to take a look at and then make adjustments where you're not satisfied" She looked at the both of us for a while, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing, she was about to speak when the waiter interrupted She remained quiet until the waiter left before she asked to see the plan and the next few minutes were spent with Amanda explaining some of the details "This is just a rough plan as you know I only got to know about this recently but I promise to deliver nothing but the

Lily had said, and Shawn couldn’t say no to his little sister. So now, on this stormy Friday night, Shawn waits by the curb outside the restaurant. It doesn’t take long before Amanda steps out with her coworkers, chatting and laughing under the awning. Her amber hair is swept into a high bun, and she’s dressed in a black leather jacket over a loose turtleneck sweater. She’s wearing deep blue flared jeans and black platform boots, carrying a black leather motorcycle bag in one hand. A gray scarf hangs loosely from her wrist, and in her other hand, she juggles several gift bags, each wrapped with care.

she whispered placing her hands on Clara's shoulder, I scoffed turning their attention to me, I really don't have time for all this performance. "We can handle it don't worry" I bit out forcing a smile not even making an attempt to hide it's forced, Amanda looked at me before she let go of Clara "no Micah I am still worried" she said blinking her eyes. So what? She is going to get some guards to follow us back "so I have decided to apply to be a teacher in Wrymwood so I can help you guys" my heart skipped a beat when she said that, I didn't realize this woman is willing to go to such extents just to gossip.

“Suit yourself.” Ever since Mira died, Amanda was never the same. She would rather minding her own business and spoke lesser than before. Her magic was locked tight inside herself. After failing to save Mira, Amanda realized how useless her magic was even as a white witch. A white witch was supposed to be the strongest witch but she was wrong. Now, to redeem herself, she would do anything to find Mira’s body and put her at rest once more. Amanda and Cohen sat in silence in the office. Ten minutes later, the Alpha groaned again. He kept rubbing his temples while his eyes closed. The same reaction since she found out he had been depending on pills to ease the migraine.