Amelia Bennett Novels & Stories

She keeps acting like I killed her puppy, constantly insulting me when ever she can. She being the daughter of one of the councilmen, should act responsibly and stop some one being bullied by others. But she made it her mission to bully me herself flanked by her two friends Nora and Pam. Both of them are still trainees in the royal pack while Melanie will be released soon and will be recognised as a royal guard. Amber blocks my view, or is she blocking Melanie? "Knock it off Melanie, stay away from Thea" Amber glares at her.

she explained with her head bowed down. Amelia cleared her throat "you don't have to worry I just came in" Amelia said going to the vanity table. The lady's head turned to Amelia in wonder, with the car and guards she came with earlier Chelsea thought that she must be a spoilt heiress of some affluent family. She watched Amelia's back view, she really had a great figure. "I'm Chelsea your manager". Amelia reapplied her lipstick before facing the lady behind her. "Amelia Hart" Amelia stated to see Chelsea in shock.

Few minutes later, Amelia walked in also. “Hello everyone,” Detective Benson began While he contiued briefing the house, Amelia’s thoughts overshadowed her. Her mind was like a blank canvas waiting for someone to draw upon it. Her gaze was distant and unfocused. She took a deep breath and began turning her head, starting with a slow sweep to the left. Her neck craned gently as her eyes flicked from table to table, briefly making contact with strangers who looked back curiously. Thereafter, she muttered to herself, “Where is Alex?”

But why did they hide her identity from her in the first place there's something hiding under those carpets of theirs and I must get them out one by one. I got back to the mansion by evening and saw Amelia sitting on the couch in the living room, with a glass of orange juice on the table in front of her, snacks on her hand and her gaze was at the television.I felt bad for her, all these years she has been deceived and lied to by her the one she loved. Alpha Jackson must let her know who she really is but I don't know if she could take it light. "Relaxing?" "Huh?". She immediately stood up and bowed her head. I believe this isnt necessary anymore since she has a park, she's not an outcast nor

Besides, instinct tells me her and Brayden has been hiding something from me about tonight. "There, done. And about time too." Amelia declares as she steps to the right and allow myself to see the mirror. Staring wide eyed at my reflection, I tentatively touch the loose silver curls cascading down my back, my hair surprisingly soft while still maintaining the shape. My make-up is done in neutral tones, the soft creams and browns matching with the flowy cream sweetheart neckline dress I wore.

Ethan said in a calm, unsure voice, "you need to explain this. Who exactly are you?" Amelia took a deep breath and didn't take her eyes off of Ethan. "I didn't want to keep this from you, but before I told you the truth, I wanted to make sure we could trust each other. My real name is Amelia Silverstone, and I'm not like other women. Ethan's face creased, and he looked over at Gabriel, who looked just as confused as he did. Amelia went on, "I'm a Moon Weaver, which means I'm a guardian chosen by the Moon Goddess to make sure that fated mates' lives go the way they should."

Amelia told her and about to cook Stella holds her hand. Amelia looked at her and Stella speaks up," You don't need to help me. Go and get ready and talk with the stupid" Stella told him... Amelia looked at her confusingly but nonetheless she left the kitchen and to the living room and found Alex is working on his laptop.. Not wanting to disturb him, Amelia entered her room.. Taking a dress she entered the washroom to get ready... And the other hand Alex complete his file and closed his laptop and just then a sweet smell hits his nose..

Amelia’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I turned to her with a small smile. She is ten now, and she has grown into a splitting image of Samantha. Her curly hair is braided in two fishtails down her back and she was wearing a yellow sundress with matching pointe shoes- she must have just finished with dance. I stood up from the basement floor and brushed dust off my trousers, “Are you okay?” She nodded, “What are you doing here?” “I was looking at pictures of your mum,” I admitted and an unreadable expression crossed her face, “Do you want to join me?”

"That's all this is. I want you safe. I want you — " "Don't." The word cut him off clean. Amelia pressed her back against the wall, arms folded across her stomach — a habit now, unconscious, protective — and she watched him the way prey watches a predator it doesn't yet trust. Even if that predator had only ever opened its hands. The moment hit Zaydeen like a physical blow.

The only noticeable difference was that one looked slightly older and colder while the younger one smiled more naturally at the camera. Roman frowned immediately. “Who are they?” Camille pointed carefully toward the younger girl first. “This is Aria.” My chest tightened harder. Then she pointed toward the second girl beside her. “And this,” Camille continued quietly, “is Allison Bennett.” The room became silent again. I stared at the picture without blinking properly now. Because suddenly something about this entire situation began feeling horribly familiar. Camille continued speaking while flipping through another file. “She’s Victor Bennett’s eldest daughter,” she explained. “Most people b