Amanda Tanen Novels & Stories

“Hold on for a second. Don’t tell me you are the famous Amanda that my kids do talk about and wish to be like you?“- Aunty Hannah spoke. Amanda smiled confidently and replied, “Yes ma'am, that’s me.” Speechless, the room was filled with a silence so profound that not even Dickson could muster a word. Amanda, the rising star of C And M Technologies, had, in the span of two years, catapulted the company's domestic sales by a staggering 55%. Admirable, to say the least. In a twist nobody saw coming, it turned out Amanda has accomplished a lot between the past five years. As she spoke confidently, she revealed her ambitious plans.

“Mostly working with creative campaigns. What about you?” Amanda smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m running a small shop. An artist? Well, sort of. I design and sell handmade candles and incense.” Henry’s interest seems to deepen. “That’s fascinating. Do you come up with all the scents yourself?” “Every single one,” Amanda replies. She glances sideways, noting the stiffness of Fiona’s smile.

Focus! Amanda: Ugh...like you won't be busy with Ivan the second he's in your vicinity. A girl has to have options ;)

The whispers and stares finally quietened, I guess the rumors finally died down. I was at my table in class, when a girl walked up to me. "Jinny right?" She had short brown hair with purple highlights, pink full lips and a nose ring "Yeah" "Hi, I'm Rebecca," smiling, she stretched out her hand "Nice to meet you" I smiled back, taking her hand "Are you new here?" "Nope" "How come I haven't seen you around though?"

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

I said without looking up. “Good morning,” came an unfamiliar woman’s voice. I lifted my head immediately. She was a little older than me, but stunning—elegant in a stylish dress that hugged her figure perfectly. “Good morning, ma’am. What can I do for you?” “I’m here to see Richard.” “Okay… what’s your name?” “Amanda.” Hearing her name, I froze for a second. She was the same woman Brooke had mentioned that day. “You’re Payton, right?” she asked.

I believe that if I exercise patience and work hard, I'll get there one day. The creative director I'll be working under is Amanda Amerigo, the owner of Felda Fashion House. The company bears her mother's name, Felda, as a tribute. Amanda is a bit of a workaholic and quite strict. She's been married three times and obtained most of her husbands' wealth through divorce. Her career always took precedence, and that's why she hasn't remarried after leaving her three husbands financially devastated.

She'd know that there was something on my mind, so there was no point trying to keep it from her. Amanda was an impressive woman in every way. She was an amazing mom, a successful lawyer, and at age 35, still incredibly youthful and radiant. She was about 5'7'' - a good five inches taller than Serena - with an olive complexion and long curly brown hair. She was not nearly as curvy as Serena, but she was slender and athletic and very beautiful, just in a more conventional sort of way. And at that moment, as she stepped onto the deck, sweat glistening on her skin, she looked incredibly hot. I was fired up and anxious to get her alone as soon as possible.

said Bram. "Yes Dad!" replied Amanda, she immediately went up to her room and did a morning shower ritual, today she wore a matching dress, a little formal but kept her elegant and beautiful, not forgetting she put lipstick and powder on her face. She is very excited today to teach the orphanage children with other social care teams, even none of her friends realize that she is the son of Bramastya, a wealthy businessman. His humble nature and demeanor, full of affection and tenderness make her look like the perfect angel in this world. "Sir, please take me home first, then later to the Arya Sekuritas office, sir," said Amanda to Mr. Dirga, the driver.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”