Novel & Cerita Amelia Bennett

now" The two students came to join them. "And that's Clarissa White and Devon Smith." Tamara pointed at the girl with glasses on and at the guy with curly hair, dark-skinned with blue eyes. Amelia didn't know when she stood up from her bed to meet Clarissa. She looked and studied Clarissa for a while wondering if it was the same Clarissa she knows. "And everybody meets...." Tamara gestured for Amelia to introduce herself. "Amelia...A...Amelia Chestnut." She said as Clarissa and Devon's eyes widened in shock.

I sustain the family with the little money I make there and my part-time employment. My name is Amelia Stone, and I am twenty-one years old and a high school dropout, as you are well aware. I have fiery red hair that never stretches and constantly curls, although it's lengthy, and my face is covered with light freckles. If you look attentively, you'll never notice it. I sat down on my couch after looking for appropriate attire. Then, I settled down on my bed and started eating. I was gulping down my orange juice when the door burst open.

“Shower. Then put this on.” “I’m not—” “You don’t have a choice.” The woman’s tone was flat. “Mr. Penking’s orders.” She left. Amelia stared at the garment bag. She didn’t want to open it. But she did. Inside, a dress. White. Simple. Beautiful. Like a wedding dress. Her stomach turned. No. She grabbed her phone and called Penking. It rang once. “Put on the dress, Amelia.” “What is this?” “Your outfit for today.”

Clara Bennett Ryder stopped right in front of me, his tall, powerful frame blocking out everything else in the room. His dark eyes moved slowly from my face to Amelia, who was still clinging to his arm like she owned him. “Mr. West, please!” Amelia whined in that annoying high-pitched voice, pressing her fake breasts against his side. “She was snooping through your desk like a thief! She even called me a bitch! You can’t trust this cheap little nobody!”

Controlled. “Alpha,” she said softly, her voice as smooth as silk. “I didn’t expect company. I apologize, I would not be able to greet you the way that I would supposed to be.” Damon cleared his throat, turning toward me. His shoulders eased slightly as our eyes met, but I still caught it, that flicker of hesitation in his gaze. The flicker of pain, of trying to hide a secret.” “Sienna,” he said, voice lower now. “This is Delilah. She was the one we found in the woods. She woke up a while ago, I figured to come and check on her myself, considering the fact that I'm the one who found her.”

“She’s a Luna, have you not noticed? Being her gamma and all, I thought you would have that basic information.” Bennet growls and moves to step forward. I stop him with my hand wrapped in the waistband of his shorts. “Bennet, please. I want to go home and we have to figure out where Amy is and what she’s up to. Now that I know all the attacks and crazy sh*t that has been happening recently is her fault. We need to take care of these people that she has abused, figure out who is actually loyal to her and, I guess, her dad, whoever that is, and bring them both in for a trial.”

His chest is broad and I run my fingers over it. He rolls my skirt up and he doesn't hesitate in pulling my panties down. My hands drift up his arms to his neck and I entwine my fingers in his dark-brown hair. It's silky, so fucking silky. I've lost the capacity for rational thought. What the hell am I doing? He's Damien Fucking Keller, and I'm just Amelia George. A plain Jane. An unremarkable person. An amateur spy. This shouldn't be happening, but I don't want it to stop.

The next day, Amelia decided it was time for a bit of retail therapy. She had been working tirelessly and felt that a shopping spree was just what she needed to rejuvenate herself. She instructed her driver to take her to House of Bijan, a prestigious high-end boutique known for its luxury fashion. This wasn’t just any shopping trip; it was a special outing meant to lift her spirits and provide a much-needed break from her daily routine. With her trusted personal maid by her side, Amelia was set for a day of indulgence and relaxation.