Amanda Todd Story Novels & Stories

Simon blurted but deep down he was worried. I hope Celia is lying about me being the father of Frank. I really hope she is lying. I think I should run the DNA test first. Let me find out the truth, he concluded in his mind. *** "So, your Highness, miss Amanda Scott will need a therapist. She'll have to under counseling for a few weeks before we go into her childhood memory lane to find those hidden memories." "Hope that is okay?" The female doctor asked, staring from Prince Reagan to Pink.

Sometimes I wish I could go back and take her place in that awful last memory I have of her. Almost everything I see somehow reminds me of her. Like this chair I'm sitting on, it seems unstable but strong, but she's not broken, she's just placed on a rocky area. Amanda isn't broken or a bad person, she was just placed in a rocky situation, and she stayed strong through it all. The smell of fresh coffee reminds me of the time I accidentally tripped and fell on top of her because she forgot her name. The girl playing hopscotch across the street reminds me of how determined Amanda was to take down her fathers' empire, who has hurt many people.

But he never mentioned his mother again, nor did he ever bring up "Mr. Connor." As for Connor, I heard he was sentenced to five years in prison for fraud and prostitution-related offenses. The tattooed man and his sister were eventually arrested during a crackdown on organized crime. Amanda's fate was less certain. Some people claimed they had seen her beneath an overpass, limping on her damaged leg while collecting discarded bottles. Others said she washed dishes at a small restaurant and was beaten half to death after being caught eating customers' leftovers. Whichever story was true, it no longer had anything to do with me.

I touch my belly and smooth it out, I am twelve weeks pregnant, my belly is still quite small. Unfortunately, Amanda couldn't come to my wedding, she still hasn't recovered from the beating that twisted both her feet, and she said it would be too much trouble to ride in a wheelchair in a house where she didn't know anyone in another country. I honestly thought she had hurt herself more, but the fact that she stayed there in my house, away from her father, reassured me. I told her she could continue to live there, but she said she would not abandon the only family she had.

"Amanda! My daughter… I've finally found you!" My mom, Eliza Smith, held me and wept uncontrollably. After a long moment, she finally noticed the tense silence. "What's wrong? Why are you all staring at Amanda? What were you just talking about?" "It's nothing, Mom. Amanda must be tired from such a long trip. Let's go inside first." Claire spoke up hastily, shooting meaningful glances at Dad, putting on a perfect show of covering up my supposed shame. I spoke calmly. "She said I got pregnant before marriage and gave birth to a murderer's child while I was away."

19 Then Amanda reached over and scrolled down. Right there, in the middle of the article I hadn't read yet, was a picture of me. I was walking out of Julianna's new shop. My confusion grew, but a nagging suspicion tightening my guts made me read the article. On it was my entire life story. From the accident that took my parents and my hearing years ago to Jim's death recently, my relationship with Leo, and something else that made my heart accelerate and my breath catch.

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. "

Joanna had been surviving on just three hours of sleep per day for years, a lifestyle that left her unable to focus on anything else. Morning arrived swiftly. Buzz, buzz, buzz... Before Amanda could rise, Andrew bombarded her phone. "Andrew? Why are you calling me at this hour?" On the other end, Andrew's concerned voice responded, "Mandy, have you seen the news?" "What news?" Amanda rubbed her eyes, perplexed. "Check your cell phone and read the entertainment news." Amanda's heart raced; she had a sinking feeling about this. She recalled the severe backlash she faced five years ago, back when she was still an innocent girl contemplating ending her life. She prayed it wouldn't happen again.

It felt as though something important was quietly slipping away, something she would never be able to catch again. While she stepped aside to answer a phone call, Donovan walked over to me. His tone dripped with arrogant mockery. "Cedric, what does it matter if you're talented? Your woman and your life's work all end up dressing me for the wedding in the end, don't they?" I smiled slightly. "Really? Then I wish you good luck." … The next morning, Amanda left early. Before she went out, she reminded me to arrive early that night. The apartment remained silent behind her. She did not think much of it. She assumed I was sleeping in. A trace of softness crossed her mind. After all this was over,

I made my way through the kitchen before I realized I had no idea where to go from here. “You do know we just left all our stuff and walked right into a strangers house right?” Laila started humming dramatic music. “Just let me have this Laila.” In her best tv anchor voice, “This week on Murder Mystery Files, Killed By Santa, The Amanda Heartly story.” “I hate you.” “I know.” She beamed. I finally fumbled around the house long enough to find the bathroom which was surprisingly modern compared to the rest of the house. A big tile shower stood next to a huge jacuzzi tub.”