Amelia Free Rein Novels & Stories

“Can I speak freely ma'am?” Amelia wondered what she was planning. Well, whatever it is. She would be able to diffuse it. She wasn't oblivious to what Ann had done by ordering the wine that she did. She knew that the wine that Ann had ordered could make someone tipsy on a few drinks but Amelia had a very good wine tolerance and even with that bottle of wine, it would take her a few bottles before she got drunk. “Of course, you can speak freely. I have told you, this is not an official meeting. This is a bonding time between two women. So please do as you wish and behave demurely with me.”

Amelia stayed quiet, her breathing deepening even though she wasn’t asleep. "I don’t know who I am when I’m not fighting," she whispered. "I’ve built everything just to keep control. I don’t know how to want something without fearing it’ll slip away." Adrian didn’t reply right away. When he did, it was soft. "You don’t have to prove anything to me. Just be yourself." Amelia turned toward him, their eyes locking. Just one look. Too long. One tiny shift closer. Their lips met. It started off tentative—slow and exploring.

I was shocked by that information. What was going on exactly? “It’s none of my business, Mattew. If you’re dealing with Ashton, just meet him, but don’t meet me.” I got up from my seat and was about to leave, but Mattew held my hand. “If you want your freedom, I can give you that, Amelia. I know you must have been caught in a situation that required you to do this. I’m still waiting for you, Amelia; I can promise you the freedom you want.” Mattew looked at me with a gaze capable of believing in him a little.

Freya Day 19 of Captivity Tears leaked from my eyes as I sat in silence staring at the empty space across the room where Amy once sat. The smart young woman had been beaten to death over the space of six hours while the man with the long beard held my head in place so I couldn’t look away. I could still hear her screams and see her blood splatter against the wall as claws slashed through her skin. They said they were teaching us a lesson. Teaching me a lesson. We belonged to them now, and any attempt at escaping would be met with deadly force.

"I... don't like using people, also, you're a busy person... especially these days..." "But I said I was free today." Amara blinked. "I mean... I wasn't in a good mood and being alone, shopping alone... it... calms me. I don't want people feeling on edge around me, that makes me feel guilty so..." She squinted, perhaps conscious of Claire or something else and her gaze shifted to the floor. She sighed.

That's who I am, that's how I was born, that's how I was fucking raised. My name is Amelia Carter, I'm the omega of my pack. I'm beautiful, nice and way too obedient. I'm yet to clock twenty two but haven't found my mate yet. I mean, I've found my mate, many of them but, they rejected me. No one wants nothing to do with me. I use to think I was a tough child but on the outside, I was weakling who does what everyone says without questioning them. It was like I was cursed to be obedient but my wolf refuse to abide by that rule. She was the direct opposite of who I am. I've just learnt to control it... Somehow. I just silently pray it doesn't lost control one day. I'm sure it's going to be hell

She silently watches him go and lets out a sigh of relief when he gets out. Running through the night streets of New York with a broad smile on his face, he hasn’t felt this happy in a while. Daniel finally feels alive and free, just talking to her gave him such perks that he never imagined he would ever get. The smile his face wears is unimaginably big; he can’t describe the emotions that are coursing through his body right now.

’ Calia said. Amelia chuckled after seeing her friend’s reply. ‘He’s not that bad. He is really kind to me. I’ll talk to him to see if you could visit, okay? But don’t expect too much’ she replied. ‘Okay!’ Calia replied, ending their conversation. Amelia took her afternoon nap and woke up with her maids standing by her closet while holding a hanged long dress that looks quite new to Amelia. “I’ve never seen that dress before,” she said while rubbing her eyes.

Bryan leaned back, swirling his drink, studying me with a cold, calculating gaze. “You think you know me so well, don’t you, Dae? But you’re totally wrong to think of me like that. I don’t need your money and you also know that. Amelia…she belongs to me and that's finally.” I clenched my fists, taking a deep breath to keep from lunging at him right there. “Amelia doesn’t belong to anyone in this life. She’s free to live her life however she wants it, and that doesn’t include you nor your evil father.”

Woods were nothing but a mesh of roots, leaves, branches, tendrils and tall grass—it was a labyrinth to get lost in forever. He rose from his place, walked to the mouth of the cave and leaned against the wall. He sighed again and said, “First you have to tell me how did you escape from the clutches of the demetris? It’s not easy for a mere human to escape them.” Amelia opened her mouth and then closed again. She didn’t know what overcame her when she faced them. All she remembered was the fury with which she wanted to kill them and get out of that place. She shook her head and said, “I seriously don’t know what happened. My body seems to revolt against any suppression or dominance. I hate to