Amelia Bones Novels & Stories

************************************************ Chris POV The news is on at the bar I'm currently sitting at drawing fellow patrons in as the news of what the police has discovered flashes on the screen along with a picture of her, her beautiful smile as bright as ever calls me in like a sirens song followed by the news that they found her in a shallow grave just outside of Benson Lake a few miles from Multnomah Falls by a couple with a dog that had smelt her decomposing body as they let him out to use the bathroom.

I would come back to him. Julian rose to his feet, swaying. He stumbled to the corner and wrapped both hands around the heavy steel pipe. He closed his eyes. All he could see was me carrying him through the rain. He clenched his jaw, raised the pipe high above his head, and swung it down with every ounce of strength left in his body -- straight into his own left kneecap. *CRACK.* The sickening, brittle snap of shattering bone echoed through the tiny basement. Blinding pain ripped through his entire body. His kneecap was smashed to pieces. His lower leg twisted at a grotesque, unnatural angle.

I sat, the weight of yesterday's conversation with Amelia still heavy on my mind, a sense of unease settling over me. Amelia had arrived at the company in mourning attire, a stark reminder of our pack’s tragedy. Frida, the beloved Luna, had passed away, leaving a void in our hearts. "I'm sure you know why I'm here. Don't you?" Amelia's voice broke through my reverie, her tone laced with suspicion and determination. She raised an arched brow, a gesture reminiscent of Frida. Despite her grief, Amelia had inherited her mother's fiery spirit and unyielding resolve. She is everything her mother's personality and everything my features.

Ian and Sophia proudly cheered her on. Amelia wore a red dress paired with her favorite sandals to stay comfortable. Her makeup was light, as she wasn’t used to heavy makeup. She tied back her wavy, brownish hair, which added a soft glow to her face. Her beauty was unmistakable, catching the eye of anyone in the bar. In fact, several men had already approached them to dance. But Amelia wasn’t one to enjoy that kind of attention, so she eventually asked her friends to return to their seats.

she informed Sasha. Amelia wore the tight, mini-black dress and paired it with black heels. She let her black hair lose. She was applying mascara when dressed like a poison ivy, Sasha walked back into the room. Sasha held her shoulders, sized her up and then picked up black kohl from vanity. She used her golden dust over her eyelids and then gave her a red hairband that had two red horns jutting out. “Are you mad?” Amelia shouted. “I am a twenty-five year old woman. Don’t make me dress like a teenager!”

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.

Rory’s finger hovered over the wiki link, wondering if he was ready to go down the rabbit hole of his brother’s girlfriend. But curiosity killed the cat, and satisfaction brought it back, so he clicked on it. Amelia was a model, a very stunning model. She had a curvy figure, and she was just as tall as Harvey, not taller, but she reached his shoulders from the pictures he saw of them—though she was on heels. Without them, she was still tall. She had high cheekbones, which were just right with her angular face and sharp jawlines. She had long, always dyed hair in blonde and any other color. Defined brows, full lips, and perfectly contoured makeup.

Xavier said in agreement. “We have to find out if saving Kira would be of more loss than remaining his enemy” Blake advised. “You are right we...” Xavier’s words were cut off and all discussions paused as Amelia walked in. She was in a very dashing blue strapless dress which trailed behind her, a deep slit to the side and very high sparkling black heels. Her neck was adorned with a heavy and pretty sea coloured choker, her hair fell down her shoulders in curly full waves and her lips were painted red.

He didn’t even try to listen to her. Amelia’s focus finally shifted to her father. In her own pain, she forgot about her father. How selfish could she be? She needed to protect her father. He was still in the dungeon and it was already morning. What if he would have done something to her father? No, she would never let that happen. Horrified, Amelia hurriedly turned around and dashed towards her clothes but in the middle of her way, she stepped on something. Amelia looked down and saw a small glass bottle under feet. She grabbed the bottle and its unique shape shocked her, along with how strong that bottle was. It was made up of pure glass but even after she put her entire body weight on it

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.