Amelia Free Rein Novels & Stories

Turning to look at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but look at my stomach. “Eh…” Amelia shrugged. She was wearing a long A-lined deep purple dress with a slit that I knew Reese was going to be amused with. “I’m not sure why you are surprised with June.” She was touching up her lipstick. “Can I ask you a personal questions?” “Sure.” She didn’t even look at me. “What choices would you make if you were me?” Amelia froze. Only her eyes shifted over to look at me.

she yelled, and I laughed, seeing amelia she wear a secy short dress with a slit too high which is her normal fashion style, her lips in a dark lipstick, my mood ligten as I let my guard down for a moment hugging her. Adrian’s hand didnt touch me anymore giving him a breath of relief I could never think properly with his touch distracitng me like a temptation. Amelia stares at him “I must say you look so handsome, if only people knew your rotten soul.” she said smiling at him with a fuck you look and as usual Adrian just shrugged it off “well Amelia, I bet you wouldnt have given a single fuck about my soul if i was one of your night stands.” I hit his shoulder and narrowed my eyes.

"please, let me go!" "Never!" He pulled her towards himself, trying to wrap his hand around her waist. Amelia was bent on freeing herself. "Let me go!!" She cried out. "Stop this!!" He was resilient, not minding his age or her cries. Finally, after some minutes of struggle, Amelia decided to fight back. She clenched her fist and punched into his back. She opened her mouth to bite into his shoulder and when all these seemed to not weaken him, she thought of something else.

"Besides I am already fine. And about Alec and Ethan, they are fine." Amelia knew in her heart that her once friendly and incredibly fearless friend was not fine. She hid herself away in dresses that swept the floor and a house that was tucked farthest away from the road to ensure she didn't have any run-ins with other. "You are not fine. You know that, Amelia. Please, if not for me then do it for you babies, just fucking leave this job." "All—" "Goodmorning mommy." The brief moment of seriousness was shattered by a young child running and screaming in sheer delight. Alex moved like an octopus on an acid trip, his messy crown of black hair, flopped over his eyes.

Don’t worry, I won’t do too much. I just want him to taste me a little, so that he can see what his missing. Mr. D: I said No! Don’t do it. Amelia glared at her phone, who the fuck did he think he was talking to? Amelia: Stop bossing me around, I’m not you’r servant, I’m doing it and it’s final! Immediately she sent the text, Mr.D started calling her, there was no doubt that he was trying to warn her to stop, but Amelia was determined. So she switched her phone off and pulled her bag of lingerie out of her cupboard.

Amelia POV Reyna talked for a long time. We sat in her quarters — a spare, functional room that looked exactly like the woman who occupied it, nothing unnecessary, everything with a purpose — and she poured two cups of something warm and dark and sat across from me and told me the truth about Diana the way you tell the truth when you have been waiting for someone to ask the right question for three years. She told it without editorializing. Without the careful shaping that people apply to stories they want to land a particular way. She laid the facts down in sequence, one after another, and let me do with them what I would.

I snap, as I grab a sword from Amelia as I aim and throw it at exactly the head, but it stops just in front of his head and drops to the ground, leaving my eyes wide and my mouth open. Sin growls angrily as he tries to break free from the bondage of the cage but comes off with nothing. “Give me her soul or you all die” it mumbles, as i stand in front of Amelia, i yell “not going to happen.” My tone was hard as I spread my arms around Amelia behind me protectively. It takes a step forward, points the staff to me. I reappear inside the cage with the rest leaving Amelia to defend herself alone. “I guess I would have to take you out myself” Amelia mumbles, cracking her knuckles and growls shifti

My eyes met with the emerald green eyes that I had seen in the arena that day. “Is there something you wish to say, Amelia?” Amelia turned her head, her hair sliding from her shoulders in perfect sync oddly enough. “Yes mother, you praise these two as if they aren't intruders to our home. She almost killed your own daughter and you're talking to her as if she's a saint!” “I'm trying to get to know our guests Amelia, I don't think that's a crime.” The Queen shrugged and Princess Amelia opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Prince Rhyland.

Their connection must be even stronger than we had presumed. Maybe I should call him here. Maybe they need each other to be able to snap out of it. Amelia stirs in Ben’s arms. “Don’t tell him where I am,” she pleads desperately, with a cracked voice, barely above a whisper. It’s as if she could read my mind. These are the first words she’s spoken since we’ve come here. This has to be a start, right?

I ask innocently, even as I feel his cock twitching beneath me through his sweatpants. “How did you end up making me so obsessed with you?” His eyes are dark, hungry, locked on mine like he’s drowning in me. I giggle softly, the sound turning into a teasing hum as I slide my body down his, dragging my boobs along his chest until my face hovers right above his waistband. Looking up at him with a wicked little smile, I murmur, “Because I have no duplicate. I’m Amelia Massimo.” I hook my fingers into his sweatpants and tug them down just enough. His thick, heavy cock springs free, already rock-hard and pulsing. “Oh… I found my huge snake,” I purr, wrapping my hand around the base.