Novel & Cerita Amelia Bones

“No worries! Today, you’re my fashion advisor. If you see something you like, I’ll buy it for you.” “Great! Let’s get started, Amelia.” As soon as we entered a boutique, Anna grabbed a dress and held it up against me. “Amelia, this dress is perfect for you!” Just then, a rather rude voice called out, “Amelia? Is that really you? Why aren’t you at the hospital taking care of Grandma?” I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was—it was Damian’s sister, Emily. Ignoring her, I headed straight for the fitting room.

They seemed to have been friends for a long time. The woman's gaze shifted from Alex to Amelia when she noticed her there, and then Alexander noticed her too. "Amy, finally! " Alex said as he looked at her. "Come on, I want you to meet a friend. Amelia soon approached, standing in front of both of them. The blonde woman stood up and greeted Amelia, smiling excitedly at her. "So you're the famous Amelia Jones? " the blonde said, looking like a human version of Barbie. "I've heard a lot about you, but Alex was right, you are beautiful!

Stella sneered. "Okay!" Amelia said and rushed down the stairs. Stella stood for a while at the door, looking at Amelia's physique from behind. She had accessed Amelia from her head to her toe in order to guess who she was and she came to a conclusion that Amelia isn't a maid because of how Amelia dressed. Amelia had worn one of the new bodycons Sarah gave to her; the dress fitted her perfectly revealing her shape. Stella went in; Dylan's room. She felt really jealous.

Alpha Alex laughed. He backed away a little but came back immediately. "Sandra, you do not need to come at her that way. She's someone very important" Sandra didn't back away, "If she is so important then who is she?" Amelia was shaking in her boots. The woman before was beautiful and not just that, she was the daughter of a beta wolf. She was miles off her league. Amelia felt herself looking down at her feet and her dress, she was becoming more self aware.

“Too grown.” Amelia wore a long blue dress. Her hair was braided with small white flowers. She moved through the crowd, greeting everyone. She laughed, hugged the old women, and danced with the younger ones. The whole pack loved her. She was kind, just like her father. And strong, like both of us.

From where Maya was standing she couldn’t make out Amelia’s mother’s features but just by the way she held herself, her outfit sitting effortlessly on her body and the rifle confidently in her hand, she knew that this lady was the source and reason for the outstanding genes that ran in this family’s DNA. “Amelia.” Her mother announced as she bounced down the stairs. Her body didn’t correlate to the class of age that she probably belonged to. She seemed just as fit as Maya, if not more. There was no traces of back pain, knee pain or even arthritis commonly found in a person of her age. To say that Maya was impressed was an understatement. When the doors of the car opened simultaneously, it wa

Amelia didn't want to turn back, but if she pretended not to hear, Jenny might whisper something in Alex's ear again and Alex would come after her again. She turned her head and looked at the two men coldly. Alex froze for a moment. Amelia was bright and beautiful with exquisite makeup. She always used to wear straight hair, or long hair pulled back in the head, but today her long hair permed into wavy curls, with exquisite features and a lustrous red dress. She looks like a genie in the dark as sexy and seductive.

I pacified her, “And I’m sorry I’ve been hard to live with. In my defense, I watched you get shot. That does something to a man, you know.” Amelia pulled out a few ingredients to make dinner and began to busy herself with cutting lettuce, carrots, radishes, and a few other things to make a salad. The domestication looked incredible on her, and her skill with a knife did something carnal to me. When we moved, Amelia had gotten highlights to change her appearance, and the kitchen lights caught the blonde pieces and made them shimmer. Her high cheekbones and small, upturned button nose made her look almost eleven. She was fucking stunning. Perfect, even.

I said. “But breaking the bond between brother and sister is fine,” Sienna snapped. Benedict lifted his hand, and Sienna lowered her head, silenced. “Speak then,” he said to me. “Amelia ran from Damien, crossing the border into my pack, where I offered her protection. Even without my asking her to, she made herself useful by working as a Healer. Since Damien has called her back, I received word from the bodyguard I sent with her that Amelia has been mistreated. There is reason to suspect that Damien is dishonoring the mating bond by sleeping with another.”

I asked her, feeling concerned because I didn't want anything happening to her when she went to her mother's. Amelia nodded her head, "yes, I'll be fine. I guess it's time..." she cleared her throat, "I guess it's time that I finally try to mend our relationship. She's not a bad person, she just made a lot of bad decisions," Amelia tucked her yellow hair behind her ears. She was so young, looking at her now I realise that she’s a child- literally. Amelia is only 16 years old and it breaks my heart to know that she had witnessed what had happened last night.