Amelia Hart Author Novels & Stories

Amelia don't know why but her best friend really looks interested or maybe she just wants best for Amelia and pup's. Amelia thought for a while and said, "I guess I need to put my hatred for rich people aside and go for this one. I mean I will be the only person who will be working, so I don't have to listen to the comments from my co-workers. I will give it a shot." She laughs as she completes the sentence, OfCourse she is just joking. She doesn't hate rich people. She like Steaven and Grandma Sammy. "Okay, that's what I assume you will say. Don't hate me for this but I have already sent your resume and you have an interview exactly after....one hour." Adira said looking at the watch and th

Amelia stood, smoothing the front of her blouse. “I will let her believe what she needs to for now.” Ryan rose as well. “And Shantel?” Amelia picked up her bag. “She will come again.” “How do you know?” Amelia walked toward the door, stopping only once, her hand on the handle. “Because she thinks I admire her,” she said softly. “And people who feel admired always return.” Ryan watched her leave, a chill running through him. For the first time since he had begun working with Amelia Harlow, he didn’t worry that she was being played.

For the lives I’ve destroyed. Dr. Richard Hale Amelia sat in the conference room. The letter shaking in her hands. Olivia had killed Elena. Then spent fifteen years pretending to mourn her. Pretending to hate Kael. Manipulating everyone. Why? For what? Her phone rang. Olivia. As if she knew. Amelia stared at the name on the screen. Answered. “Hello?” “Amelia. We need to talk. I know you met with Hale’s lawyer. I know what the letter says.”

he trails off. "He is in the dark world" I finish for him. That's when I get a frantic message from our pack link. 'Your Highness' 'What is it' 'Miss Althea got a message from miss Amber, who is missing. She shared her location and asked Miss Althea to come and help her' 'What?' 'Where is Thea now' 'In her room with miss Melanie' 'Forward that text to your mobile and check for the source of the message. I need the location from where it came from'

I don't understand when she talk I feel like my heart beat racing and wind catch its speed like it calling me to wake up my friend name is amelia she is perfect girl. she Carring,full of energy, her cooking is unmatchable , she is loving ,cute and bueatifull. she is the girl you can't resist and want to get married amelia:- hi I want to ask something me:- what is that you look so serious tell me did something bothering you amelia:- my father is rich you know that right. and he searching man for me me:- that nice so what happen

“Yes, of course! His harem has over fifty females and their head is the court concubine, Nyka.” Amelia’s mouth dropped to the floor. This was disgusting. Her nostrils flared and her shoulders hunched with animosity. Her face was red with rage that she was finding hard to suppress. She walked past Zaila to go to the palace gardens. She focused on the water fountains in the garden trying to hear every pitter patter that fell. That day she couldn’t study a word and kept thinking about how he must be making love to nymphs. Two days later she heard that he had returned. Although she wanted to visit him, she stayed confined to her chambers, angry as hell.

Amelia’s overly sweet voice filled the room as she stepped inside, her grin wide and confident. “My personal assistant didn’t inform me you were coming.” My voice was steady, measured. “Because I’m your wife-to-be, and he doesn’t need to.” Amelia’s response was quick, laced with that irritating self-assurance that grated on my nerves. I sighed, forcing myself to remain composed. “And who is behind you?” A woman stepped forward, offering a polite but professional nod. “Good afternoon, Mr. Preston. I’m Lydia Hart, the wedding planner.” Amelia, knowing I wouldn't bother coming to the venue she had reserved to meet the wedding planner, decided to take matters into her own hands. If I refused to

Everything. "These documents are real," I said. "Ms. Hayes is not a victim. She's a criminal. And she will face justice." The room erupted with questions. I turned to Amelia. "Would you like to say something?" She stepped forward, her voice steady despite her shaking hands. "I built Lia Hart Designs with my own talent," she said. "Yes, my husband provided backing. But every design came from me. And I'm not going to let lies destroy what I've built."

"Who are you calling an exaggerator? Who needs recognition?" A scholar grew indignant. "Dave’s achievements are undeniable! You outsiders just have narrow perspectives, and now you’re running your mouth? Mr.Cromwell did go to LA, but he was treated by a mysterious expert, not the Hart family. And yet you dare spew such blatant lies? You really know how to elevate yourself, huh?" Amelia idly spun her phone in her hand, her lips curving into an amused smirk. Mr. Hart could no longer stay silent. "That ‘mysterious expert’ was—"

"Amelia Hart is the most honest person I know. She's brilliant, kind, resilient. She saved my company. She saved my life. She deserves none of this." Everyone is completely silent now. "I'm filing defamation suits against Metro Daily, City Spotlight, and four other outlets that published knowingly false information. I'm pursuing criminal charges against Lydia Crane and Marcus Hale for harassment, stalking, attempted murder, and conspiracy." Nathan hands me a folder. I hold it up. "These are the legal documents. Already filed. We're done being silent." I set the folder down. Grip the podium again. "And one more thing." I look at the camera again. "I love Amelia Hart. That's the truth. Everyth