Amelia Bennett Novels & Stories

Each passing second without an answer stretched my impatience thinner, until it was almost unbearable. We sat on the balcony outside my chambers, overlooking the vast forest and the Olympic-sized pool below. Amelia was dressed casually—a denim skirt that skimmed mid-thigh and a dark blue crop top that hugged her frame. Her voluminous curls were braided neatly into boxer braids, accentuating the roundness of her face. But it was her eyes—those dull, grayish eyes—that immediately soured my mood. There was hesitation in them. Discomfort. I already knew. “Well… er—unfortunately,” she began, her voice faltering as her gaze slid away from mine, “Anna is still very much alive. Worse… she’s currentl

“I went to grab water from the dispenser, and when I turned around, I bumped into this lady. The cup slipped and shattered. I tried to apologize, but she got... hostile. Pushed me, and I ended up cutting my hand on the glass.” Bryan frowned, his jaw tightening. “Hostile? What did she look like?” I thought back to the encounter. “Tall, long blonde hair, sharp features, and definitely dressed to impress. She looked like she belonged on the cover of some high-end fashion magazine.” Bryan’s eyes darkened, and he exhaled sharply. “Amelia Reynolds.” “Who’s she?” I asked, curious now. He leaned against the edge of my desk, crossing his arms. “Her father’s a billionaire and a close friend of the Ale

”# A grim smile tugged at the corner of Amelia’s lips. “She thinks she’s won,” she whispered. Amelia stepped out of the shower Minutes later, she stood in front of the mirror, dressed in a sharp black suit that cut like a blade. Her hair was tied back neatly in a tight knot, every strand in place. She decided to apply red lipstick for perfect finishing of her outfit. She was done being silent. Katherina had gone too far. Flashing her pregnancy like a prize. Twisting Damien around her finger. Trapping Amelia in front of everyone like the past still belonged to her.

"You think any of those sensors beat your guilt?" I opened my mouth to fire back when another voice cut in. The soft click of stilettos striking concrete. Cold climbed from my spine to my neck. That sound had echoed in my head too many times: the waiting room, the office, the video calls with eyeliner too perfect. Amelia. She stepped through the doorway. The overhead light carved her silhouette first. Long beige trench coat, belt cinched tight. Her blow-dried blonde hair skimmed her shoulders. Her lips were painted red. Cherry Flame, the one she once complained to Sophia made her look "aggressive."

I stepped through the side door, my flashlight catching a scatter of oil drums and old rigging ropes. And there she was. Amelia. Sitting cross-legged on an upturned crate, phone in hand, purse slung at her feet. Her hair was pulled back too tight, a neat braid like she thought being tidy would save her. “Adrian,” she called, voice echoing. “Brave of you to come yourself.” I stepped closer, careful not to show the disgust crawling under my ribs. “Brave of you to think you’re worth the effort.” She laughed — short, sharp, like glass shattering. “You know, I didn’t want this. I really didn’t. But you made it so easy. Always so busy protecting your perfect Eliana, your precious legacy.”

Bennett was relentless, and now, with the king’s protection, he had the power to destroy everything she held dear. Across the room, Queen Selena and Queen Lucia whispered to each other, their smiles barely concealed. They were enjoying this—seeing Azalea squirm, seeing her world unravel. Azalea clenched her fists, anger bubbling up inside her. She had fought too hard to let them win. But as she caught Bennett’s gaze once again, that twisted smile still plastered on his face, she knew this was far from over.

But then Emilia descended the stairs, and the spotlight shifted, leaving Amelia in the shadows. Amelia's eyes narrowed, her thoughts racing with resentment. Who was this girl, really? The same one they'd found unconscious on the road? She looked...transformed. The peach gown hugged her curves, and the Tear of a fairy necklace sparkled like diamonds against her skin. She was stunning, a true beauty who could give the current Miss World, Kylie Paterson, a run for her money.

She disagreed, noticing him raise one of his eyebrows and cross his arms. "Amelia Josephine Jones, I know when you want to say something. So spit it out. " Benjamin said, that suspicious tone very present in the kitchen. Amelia took a deep breath, leaning her head on the table and taking a deep breath. "Well?" he asked once more. " It's Alex. Alexander. Mr. Alderidge. " She began to speak. "I'm hopelessly in love with him, Ben." She replied, looking up to find a completely shocked Benjamin at the news. "And we've kissed a few times.

The whole room is decorated cream and gold. Amelia closed the door behind me and I was too busy in looking around the room. " Who are you? And how do you know me?" " You are Albert Maverick daughter right?" she ask me. " Yeah, but how do you know it?" " Aisling, did you forgot about me. We were in the same class in school." she said and I tried to run my brain cells as fast as I could to remember her. Finally, I remembered her she was in same class as me Amelia Dawn a highly skilled omega. She wasn't so talkative back then and always kept her mind in studies. She was a brilliant student .

“You…” The woman smiled wider. “Amelia Kensington.” The name hit hard. Maya’s stomach dropped. “I told you before,” Amelia continued lightly. “I’d be your worst nightmare.” Maya swallowed. She forced herself to speak. “I've done nothing to you. Is there a misunderstanding?" Amelia tilted her head. “No,” she said simply. “There isn’t.” She pulled out her phone and turned it toward her. Maya’s face drained instantly as she watched herself with a man in bed.