Novel & Cerita Amelia Abigail

They said they didn’t take anything or put it on top so it was impossible for them. I opened it and a lot of paper came out to me again. I immediately remembered the necklace with the M pendant. I hid it in my bag and I wasn’t wearing it anymore because I forgot so I took it immediately. I looked again. I shook it and put it around my neck. I started looking at the papers. Maybe my Mom or Dad has a letter here. Or maybe there are important documents here. ‘Certificate of Deposit’? I frowned at what I had read. Depositors name: Mary Madison Evans.

Thea said symbolically. "Yes, it is. You should have called us" Ophelia agreed. "My phone was in my room when the pain hit," Amber said. Initially, she wanted to reach to Thea or Ophelia. But when she learned that both of them are in the hospital with Melanie, she felt bad to disturb them when Melanie is unconscious for 2 days. She thought nothing of the pain as it was a regular occurrence. But once it started escalating, she unknowingly reached the west wing third floor and knocked on Lucifer's door.

Hello lovely readers, alright so the first part is in Antonio's point of view. Please don't forget to vote and comment and share as well. ♥️♥️ Antonio’s POV I couldn’t believe that after trying to stay away from Amelia Washington for so long, I was the one now desperately seeking her out, and so far, I’ve been anything but successful. I don’t know, but there’s just something about this girl that draws me to her, and I’m not talking about her beauty. Sure, she’s beautiful, but this connection seems to be radiating from her spirit; she’s got this fire about her that makes her… different, in a good way of course.

“Margarette is a funny sort, isn’t she?” “Yeah.” She laughed too, “Margarette, you’re sensing the wrong vibrations. I’m just curious. Who is that woman Finrod’s with?” “You don’t know her?” Caeruleus was surprised. “She’s Queen Aera, the Queen of the elves and the sister of Prince Finrod.” She flustered. Why didn’t she see the resemblance? Now when she looked at them, she realized they had remarkably similar faces. “Come. Let’s pay our respects.” Margarette pulled them both.

(Amelia's POV) Every cell in my body screamed in silent rebellion, a visceral protest against this foreign name that now cloaked my skin. It was a baptism not in water, but in the ashes of the woman I had been. Amelia Evans—the girl with the hopeful heart, the quiet devotion, the love that had been ground into dust under Lorenzo's heel.

Ava's pov I was really happy for Amelia because she had been through a lot in life. Amelia's childhood had been a tapestry woven with love and happiness, thanks to her parents' unwavering devotion to one another. Her father, Thomas, owned a small diner in their quaint New York town, where he poured his heart and soul into serving delicious meals to the community. Her mother, Elizabeth, was the epitome of grace and warmth, radiating love in every step she took.

he announced, his voice carrying an air of authority. My breath caught in my throat as I tried to maintain my composure in front of the powerful Alpha and his wife. The woman’s evil eyes never left me, and his gaze lingered on me, though not as prying as hers. “And what is your name, girl?” the man asked me, his authoritative voice sending a shiver down my spine. “I am called Amelia,” I answered, cautiously glancing towards Lucia on the bed. The tension in the room grew thicker, suffocating me as Hunter and Lucia exchanged amused glances. “Hmm, Amelia, a fine name for a mere servant,” Alpha Hunter remarked sarcastically, and both he and Lucia erupted into laughter, mocking my worth.

Sylvia assured her friends. "I'm done here. It's better now," Amelia said as she moved to the next person. "What's your name, pretty lady?" Clara asked. "I'm Amelia." "Well, make sure to attend the annual hunting event," Amelia felt warm as she smiled at Clara; someone had finally invited her. "Well, make sure to attend in your maiden uniform," Clara added. Amelia smiled, hanging on thin air after hearing that. "I'm not a maid, I'm Adra—" "Amelia, please help me size the fire I lit to warm some water in the kitchen."

The city she had fought to own was being walled off, brick by brick. "You’re turning my home into a cage again," Elara said. She didn't turn around. She watched the reflection of the surgical team in the glass. "I’m not a glass doll, Abram. I’m the Alpha of the Underground." "You’re the mother of the Silas heir." Abram’s weight hit the floor behind her, heavy and rhythmic. He didn't touch her. He just stood close enough for the heat of his body to bleed through her silk. "The Underground can wait. The Petrovs can wait. Everything stops until this is secure."

"What? She's only sixteen, that poor girl. Let me guess the boy is a piece of shit and wants nothing to do with the baby?" she asks. "Yeah, my heart breaks for her," I mumble, wishing there was something I could do. "I should rip his head off," Amelia growls. The scary part is she would do it. "Kali hasn't told Marley, yet I don't know what to do. Should I let her tell my sister?" I ask, needing an outsider’s advice. "Honestly, I think it needs to come from Kali," Amelia mutters. "You’re right," I sigh, picking up the dress Amelia got for me. I take a moment to acknowledge how beautiful it is. The material is Burgundy, and strapless with the hem ending a little past my butt. She paired i