Amelia Bones Novels & Stories

Amy said with her hands clasped together, her eyes were shining while looking at Amelia. Amelia had her long curly brown hair braided and tied in a half knot with small flowers attached to the braid. The dress that she chose showed her prominent collarbones and subtly revealed her evident curves. She wore dainty accessories that complimented the dress and on her left finger was the ring that Damian gave her. Because she already had a natural beauty, she only wore light makeup. Truly, Amelia looked like a fairy who descended on the human realm. "Madam Lia! You're really beautiful! Just like a princess!" Maisy commented loudly.

Then, he started the needle treatment. Amelia was indeed injured. Fortunately, her bones were undamaged. Otherwise, it would be a little troublesome. If her bones were injured, even if he was a genius doctor, it would take at least a week to heal. David started to promote blood circulation within Amelia. As long as her bones were fine, this small problem could be described as a piece of cake for David, who had studied Somerland Ancient Traditional Medicine. Soon after, the redness and swelling dissipated. David removed the needles and said after turning around, “It’s done. See if you can walk.”

They said that deep down in your bones, you had the blood of lowliness, and that you were foolish and stupid. Only when you were victorious, are strengths considered as strengths. Amelia didn't know if these photos could awaken even a small group of people. But as long as those little undead trapped in the formation could pass away, it would be enough. Through the fog and heavy snow that filled the streets. Amelia saw the woman who had been bedridden before in the crowd. She still had a pale face, so thin that her clothes couldn't fill her up, and they were worn-out. The pair of red high-heeled shoes on her feet was the only thing on her body that had color.

When she saw Daciana’s appearance and reaction, she was able to deduce that she was either Damon’s fiancée or his wife. Amelia attempted to study her dress and she couldn’t help but be a bit surprised. Her alluring and tight-fitting dress would definitely make a man want to approach her. She wore a red, tight-fitting, armless gown, which exposed her smooth, white, and slender legs. Her cleavage was exposed, almost giving a view of her voluptuous jugs of hers. A pair of black shoes to match up. She also wore stockings and she looked so hot. Her blond and curly hair added to her beauty finished with her blue eyes. She looked perfect. Amelia was still dazed about the dress and she had some susp

Amelia shook the glass in her hand, rotating the champagne on it. She smirked and took both the bottle and glass to the restroom. She emptied them and washed them vigorously. She then dumped them in the trash can in her room. Amelia sighed and walked to her wardrobe. Instead of bringing out a dress, she brought two large plastic bags, which would be used in wrapping their bodies up. She walked to the bed and dropped the plastic bags, she left the room and went to call her maid. Her maid was her accomplice.

“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.”

she kissed her mother on the cheek again and left the cabin smiling. Amelia walked the short distance to Blake’s cabin, her nerves fluttered in her stomach. She hoped that he would approve of her outfit. She had chosen it, especially to show off her green eyes, which she thought were her best asset. It also helped that it was body fitted so that it showed off her figure which had changed since she’d become a wolf. She was more muscular and toned now. Tanned as well from spending so many hours outside training. She’d never felt so good in her life. She arrived at his cabin door and took another deep breath. Here goes nothing, she thought to herself, trying to build up the courage to actually

She should be able to show me newspaper articles that are not available to the public. I see Amelia at the front desk and head over. She looks great for sixty-eight. Amelia’s skin is flawless, and her hair is still an auburn colour, people accuse her of dyeing it all time. I know her secret is a white quartz crystal around her neck. My grandmother blessed it for her many years ago as a gift. “Hello” I say. “What can I do for you” Amelia said not looking up from whatever she is reading. “I am here to see an old friend” I laugh.

Turning to the armrest, she laid her head there, her eyes glistening, as though tears were threatening to spill. A moment later, Amelia walked in. She was dressed in a sharp navy-blue corporate suit, the blazer hugging her figure perfectly over a crisp white blouse, paired with a sleek pencil skirt that stopped just below her knees. On her feet were pointed black heels, and in her hand, a glossy designer handbag. Her hair was styled in a smooth low bun with soft waves at the front, elegant and professional. But the confidence of her appearance faltered when she saw Hazel. Amelia’s face softened instantly, her painted lips pressing into a thin line. She sighed and walked closer, crouching dow

Caleb’s POV Amelia was reading in bed, a frown marring her perfect face. The lamplight warmed her dark brown skin, glinting off the shimmering gold she wore across her high cheekbones and the metal beads dotting her cornrows. She was beautiful. I wouldn’t be able to find a single flaw on her perfect face even if someone was holding a gun to my head. I’d grown to care for her, to rely on her, to love her over these past three years. She was the right choice. The only choice. I couldn’t be stupid enough to risk what we had for a feeling.