Amelia Bennett Novels & Stories

She would never understand Colton and his twisted brain. "I need to go, Alpha. I hope maybe one day I can escape the trap and come and find you. If I can't, know that I appreciate the gesture," Amelia said as she bowed, showing off her cleavage, and Colton's eyes fell to her breast for a second before he looked back up at her eyes. Amelia must thank Cilia for this damn dress. "Bye, Amelia. My door will always stay open for you." Amelia walked away and she could hear Meganne hissing at Colton.

“Nah, besides Amelia said that I need to get as much exercise as possible.” Amelia is my mid-wife. Doctors are hard to find, especially when you are giving birth to a baby with unknown supernatural powers, so she found us. When I first met her, I thought Amelia was a Normie, but she’s a Nymph. Charming and beautiful and literally powered by nature, Amelia was hard not to like. Her personality reminded me a lot of Wendy, so outgoing and spontaneous. “I’m pretty sure Amelia would be on my side if she knew that you almost fell down the stairs, besides it would only be temporary.”

Amelia moved fast without thinking. She leapt onto the edge of the ice, grabbing onto the boards for balance as she reached toward the descending container. “Amelia!” I shouted. She ignored me. Of course she did. The surface shifted under her weight. Cracking. Sliding. Dangerous. Agent Bennett swore and lunged forward, but the angle was wrong. Too far. Too late. The container dipped lower and just beyond reach. Amelia stretched, her fingers inches away. Rory broke free from my grip.

Amelia didn’t respond to her immediately. Instead, she walked calmly toward Adrian. “I’m sorry for the sudden intrusion,” she said politely. Adrian looked between her, Charles, and the officers. “Amelia… what exactly is going on?” George nodded in agreement. “Yes, madam, we would like an explanation.” Amelia sighed softly. “Actually, that is exactly why I’m here.” She turned and briefly looked at Shantel, whose face was already burning with anger. “This woman,” Amelia continued calmly, “is Shantel Moore.”

Amelia’s signature perfume the dense trace of amber and vanilla. Amelia stood on the threshold, her identical face flushed a deep, unnatural crimson from the biting wind, her shoulders trembling beneath the fabric of Ava's stolen white cashmere cardigan. The fragile, heartbroken victim persona that she had spent weeks meticulously performing for Michael was completely dead. Her dark eyes were wide, bloodshot, and glittering with a raw, volatile envy that she could no longer contain behind her engineered smiles. Her fingers were clutched tightly around the strap of her leather handbag, her knuckles turning a stark, bloodless white as she glared into the dim interior of the concrete room.

Amelia sat at the defense table in her bright orange prison jumpsuit. Silver handcuffs rested around her wrists. Her face was pale and exhausted after spending another terrible night inside Wentworth. She looked small. Broken. Nothing like the powerful woman she used to be. Beside her sat Aurelia Jones elegant, confident, and dangerously calm. She opened her folder neatly and leaned closer to Amelia. “Listen to me carefully,” Aurelia whispered. “Do not panic no matter what happens today. Stay quiet and let me handle everything.”

She decides it's a good idea, she finishes the water and grabs more then goes into her room to undress to join her Dad in the sauna. She grabs a towel and wraps it around her nubile body. Amelia is a college freshman at the nearby university, fortunately, she had excellent grades through high school and received a full scholarship. She is 19 and very fit having been a swimmer for the school and every chance she had growing up. She has straight Black hair to her shoulders, a smooth caramel skin tone with deep brown eyes thanks to her Latina mother.

Pretty smart, I know. "Well if its isn't my good friend jack who else would be disturbing me at this hour."A tall man walked in . "Am sorry for my disturbance."He said bowing. "You are forgiven,did you bring me a snack as a Compensation."He said staring at Bethany lustfully. "Well no she is a friend ,she escaped from Mr B property o thought I should bring her ."he said. "You must be pretty smart to get pass his security."he said surprised. "Its no big deal ,I just had to wait for the right time."I said.

Hard and daring. Amelia.

"So, this is their leader?" "Unfortunately, no. But he's on his way." His breath hitched. "What do you mean?" Amelia tilted her head to look at him in the eye with a smug look on her face. She was acting like there was no gun pointed at her temple, but might as well do since she knew that he was stuck. He's dead if he shoots. "I fed Enzo Bennet fake intel,” she said in between laughs she failed to suppress. "That building? It's a slavehouse. And I bet they killed all the couple hundred humans in there."