Amanda Todd Story Novels & Stories

She seems a little bit nervous when she looks at my father. "Mr Bradley, I'm sure you are confusing me with somebody else. I am Amanda Green. I just got divorced, and I'm here to celebrate the fact that I am free at last. I'm sure Nick is talking about somebody else, as I am not his type. I am nobody's type. I have a reputation that I am very ashamed of. You do not want a woman like me hanging around your son," Amanda says as she can see the woman close to our table looking at her as if she is something the cat dragged in.

I stared back at the man who's still fast asleep and after I found a polo shirt that fits my entire body, I cursed myself a couple of times, quickly puts it on, and then sped off regardless of how my vulva is still aching. "Damn it all!" I cussed loudly while running like a mad child. I am Amanda Urduja. My life is filled with illegal work and lavishes, but I've never messed up a task this badly. This is the first time I've messed up; I swear.

Amanda Lena Dunham was taken to the hospital the same day my father was buried, because she had thrown a tantrum like a little child and had cried her eyes out that day, and finally fainted. I kept on going to the hospital every day to check up on her and take care of her. She was a very cute woman, and you could mistake her for a teenager, sometimes, but she was very well into her late twenties and was some years older than I. To me, she was one crazy woman, who tried to steal the spotlight and spew rubbish on the day my father was buried.

"Amanda Exposed (Part 1)" Jane's POV I was sitting in Sandra's kitchen, trying to make sense of everything that had happened with Jared and Christian. Sandra made tea and sat across from me, her face full of concern. "Jane, I need to tell you something," she said. "What now? I don't think I can handle any more bad news." "This is about Amanda." "What about her?" "I overheard something yesterday. Something that made me sick." I set down my tea cup. "What did you hear?"

“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 sighed deeply and scanner her from head to toe. “Are you okay? Were you robbed? Where is the rest of your clothes?” Gordon said, giving her a puzzled look. “Open the door for me, baby. I’m so tired. I’ll tell you everything that happened. You ain’t believe that Kimberly tricked me into a sleepover. I just found the time to escape and I did.” Amanda said with a wide grin. “Are you drunk, Amanda?” Gordon said.

hissed Amanda, who felt very sorry for her. "Her boyfriend?" guessed Radit. "She's single, Radit!" Amanda chuckled. Suddenly, she got goosebumps. "Isn't she-" "What? She's pregnant out of wedlock." "What if she's the victim? A rape case!"

Still she fell for him and he fell hardest. The same night Amanda's family home got pulled to the ground by arsonists with her parents and siblings inside, being the same night she snuck out with him to an Ed Sheeran's concert, was the same night she told him she was pregnant for him. Amanda's family wasn't what I would call wealthy so basically she was robbed of everything she had. Her parents in fire, her home, servants, documents to properties, monies... Everything was lost and she became BROKE. Josh took her with him, got her to terminate the pregnancy so they'd be able to survive and know where to start. But in the process, she lost her womb.

I asked her again cautiously. I've heard about Amanda from her stories, and I've met her once couple of months back while Angelica was ordering her coffee. Amanda was wearing her baseball cap obviously supporting a hangover from their nightly outings. I couldn't remember her face, what I do remember was her coffee order. Large hot, Quad, Nonfat, One-Pump, Extra whipped cream, it was like ordering sugar free cola and asking for an extra cheese on your cheeseburger.

“I don’t remember much about what happened. But I remember that I was forcefully kidnapped by rebels. They took me far from the Northern Pack’s lands, kept me isolated… I tried to escape but everything went wrong. I fought against them but I was hit on the head and knocked unconscious, when I woke up, I was alone in a strange land and couldn’t remember anything—not my name, not my home, not even my mate.” I felt Dante stiffen beside me, and a cold knot tightened in my stomach. “For years,” Amanda continued, her voice trembling slightly, “I wandered around, trying to piece my life together. By then, I realized I was pregnant.” She looked down at the boys, her expression softening. “They were