Amanda Tanen Novels & Stories

Amanda,a twenty four years old woman with a height of about one hundred and sixty two centimeters, a left side entrenched dimple,an intoxicating smile and a set of white teeth that complemented her beauty. She was putting on a white inner sleeve shirt under her black branded suit and a black suit skirt. She had a designer watch strapped around her frail wrist. Her hair was neatly braided to french plaits and held in place by a red flowered ribbon. She smelled of cherry fragranced perfume. Leo looked up from his desk into her smiley face. Amanda was the backbone he had that made office work easier and less stressful for him. “Good morning Amanda”Leo said half-smiling.

Keith. Six months after Amanda's birthday, the organization has transformed in ways I never anticipated. The legitimate businesses are thriving. Amanda heads our private security consulting firm, using her street-honed instincts and tactical training to advise corporations on protection strategies. She's brilliant at it—clients trust her immediately, drawn to her authenticity and competence. Elena runs our acquisitions division, specializing in high-end art and antiquities. Her family connections and training make her perfect for the role, and she's proven herself ethical within the parameters we've established.

“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.

"He's actually kind of normal. Chiamaka wouldn't believe how bad he is at ten-ten." "He's very bad at it," Seline agreed, laughing. "Feel free to tell everyone." "I will," Amanda said, with the fierce satisfaction of a child who'd just found a small, perfect weapon against playground cruelty. "Nobody who's only after the fame part would let themselves lose that badly in front of a bunch of ten-year-olds." Seline laughed properly at that, something warm settling in her chest at her sister's particular, practical wisdom. "No," she agreed. "I don't suppose they would."

He's learning new skills and stretching himself in ways he never imagined. As David is working hard to keep "Picture Perfect" running smoothly, he meets a woman named Amanda. Amanda is an accountant who has just moved to the area, and she's looking for a way to get involved in her new community. She sees a flyer for "Picture Perfect" and decides to reach out to David. When they meet, they instantly connect and realize they have a lot in common.

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

She muttered, "They're probably still gossiping about you. I'm actually surprised you've managed to keep your temper when Candy's throwing so many insults your way." I sneered. "What's the rush? Why would I let her ruin my mood? She's come back to our country to take up a position, hasn't she?" "I've done some digging and found out she's working at Aurea, a brand in Berrada, as the CEO of the branch here in Metropolis. So we're going to be seeing a lot of each other, since we're both in the fashion industry." Amanda looked surprised. "You found all that out so quickly? That's impressive!"

You do not seem calm," the man said with a mischievous glare. Amanda turned to the ladies, trying to avoid the man's gaze by all means possible. "I am calm, sir. I just need to adjust to your presence." Her voice was shaking and she almost bit her tongue trying to express herself. Mr Kenny glanced towards Kira Mason to interview Amanda. Kira nodded and took it up, delightfully. "You are welcome, Miss Roberts," her voice was calm and soothing and Amanda found her nerves relaxing. "How old are you?" Kira asked with a smile. "I am 28 years old now," Amanda replied. "What certificates do you have?"

Grace introduces us, now bringing me out of my daydreaming. “Hello. It's so nice to meet you, Amanda.” I smile. “And Matilda, she is my good friend, Amanda Campbell.” Grace says. I blink, trying to recall where I have heard that name before, and then it clicks in my head right away. I look up at her and I widen my eyes. “You're Amanda Campbell! She owns one of the most successful and famous modelling agencies in the whole United States. My sister mentioned you twice or thrice, I think.” I gasp and then I try to hide my embarrassment shortly after I realize I was being so loud.

“I hate her for the way she mistreats you.” “Please Ella, don't cry. This is a fun day for the three of us. Remember?” I try to cheer her up. “OK, you're right,” she wipes her eyes. “Let’s get slutified.” “Adella Brown,” a lady with a clipboard in her hands comes out from behind the white silk curtains. She's wearing pink scrubs and blue gloves on her palms. “That's me,” Ella jumps up. “I'm Amanda and I have your full waxing session, Vaginal Bejewels, anal bleaching and our number 3 special right this way,” she smiles. “Follow me.”