Amanda X Wooly Novels & Stories

"I'm scared, why are you talking this way? Are you in some kind of trouble, I can help." No one could help. They just couldn't. "I'm fine, Molly, just do as I said, please." I could see Amanda approach us, she had on a black, turtleneck cashmere sweater on sleek, blue jeans and her honey blonde hair was in a high ponytail. She was every bit the Queen bee the school made her and her pretty face split into a wide smile as she approached us. I couldn't help thinking that I was involved with both their love interests, if only they knew.

My brother by blood, Eric Wilson, was having an affair. I found out about it. However, I chose not to tell his wife. Instead, I blackmailed him into buying me three luxury handbags.

Ally informs all of us so seriously as she looks around the table nodding her head. I roll my eyes at the sound of gossip. "Oh come on. You don't actually think Amanda would stab Nella" Chloe objects. "I don't know, she's kind of going insane, did you see what she wore today? She had a black shirt with a brown belt and brown boots. Black and brown! Before, she knew that that's fashion suicide, you never wear black with brown. And, even more crazy, I didn't even see her brush her hair in first hour or third hour, and everyone knows that Amanda constantly brushes her hair. Coincidence? I think not" Ally acknowledges, using that strange voice she has when she's talking about gossip. It's like h

“Where have you been all this time, my love? I had started to believe you would never appear, and I would have to remain mateless forever. What is your name, mate?” Amanda’s smile could not have been wider, lighting up her face. “Amanda,” she breathed with soft caress. “I am a lone wolf, my former pack was Woodcrest.” At the mention of the name, the Alpha stiffened, his joy replaced by a chilling frost. His eyes, just moments ago filled with adoration, turned cold as ice, and he took an immediate step back, creating a distance between them.

Pink cooed. "You have to help us find out the particular royalty behind this Amanda. You are our only hope now to survive," Ethan said looking at Pink. Pink sighed and went to sit down beside Lilian. "It might be because of me guys. I don't really understand, I feel like I put you guys into trouble," Pink said looking from Ethan to Lilian. "I'll try my best. I'll find out the person that wants to hack my friends, it won't happen," Pink shook her head in determination before standing up.

“Come in.” I immediately regret it. In walks Amanda. She is a skilled warrior I’ll give her that, but she doesn’t hide the want for me to choose her as my mate. At first I thought it was just a kid crush but once she turned eighteen her advances increased. Now that I have a mate, this needs to stop now before Haley gets the wrong idea. I have never let another she-wolf have me and never will. “What do you want Amanda?” “Oh come on Alpha, don’t be like that. I can make you feel better.”

LEONA’S POV: I stopped moving, turning around. Amanda stood and cussed out the werewolf. Calling him Darren. She pulled out Zach’s picture and wave it, looking up at the beast. “Amanda, don’t wove. For the last time, that is not Darren. Believe me, I should know because I could smell him,” I said softly, slowly backing away. “You can’t fool me!” Amanda still object. The werewolf stared at us. Listening closely, I think he knows who are we talking to. He turned around.

Amanda asked curiously. “It’s not that scary to me and I like watching those.” He replied. “You do? tell me, what kind of movie do you also like?” Amanda asked, getting more and more interested putting her straw in her mouth and sipping her drink. “I love romance comedy, that’s why I love your movies.” “Well I’m thinking of doing an action movie and maybe a ware-wolf movie. How would I look being an alpha female?” she asked bulging her eyes and trying to make a wrinkle underneath it at the same time, as if trying to morph.

I asked, sitting up and rubbing my face. “There’s someone here. A customer. She’s waiting,” one of the boys said. I think his name was Kelvin, the new one. He was the youngest of my boys at the workshop. I stood up and stretched my arms. “I’m coming,” I said and walked towards the front. Then I froze. There she was. Her back was turned to me, but I knew that hair, I knew that body. I would know her anywhere. “Amanda,” I said softly.

She wanted to thank him, to demand answers, but his wall was impenetrable. --- By evening, Amanda’s head throbbed with the weight of whispers and glares. She excused herself early from dinner again, claiming to be too exhausted, and retreated to her room but sleep still wouldn’t come. She tossed and turned, her body restless, her thoughts tangled. When sleep finally claimed her, the forest came with it. She was out in the woods, silver fog curled around her bare feet, moonlight spilled across endless trees, brighter than daylight yet softer, painting the world in silver and shadow. And there it was again, the wolf. Massive, silver as starlight, fur gleaming like frost. Its golden eyes locked