Amelia Hart Author Novels & Stories

“Really? You love to keep them too?” Amy, who was happy that she was sharing a hobby with the mighty princess, hurriedly replied that it was true. Amelia scanned her heavy clothes and nodded happily. “I see that you are also a lover of jewelry. I love them a lot” she commented, and she blushed. “Yes, I care about my appearance a lot, since I represent the Alpha anywhere I go” she responded, throwing a slight jab at Helena, who was in simple attire and adornment. “That’s refreshing”, Amelia added with a smile.

"Is this true?" Ophelia's eyes widened in surprise. It is obvious she didn't expect this accusation, she stares at me struggling to find the right words to defend herself. Taking a deep breath, she finally speaks. "Alpha Atlas, it's not what you think. I would never disrespect Amelia without reason." I bang my fist on the table, cutting her off mid-sentence as she froze on the spot. This is all my fault, locking up Amelia in her room has given them the impression that she is fragile, someone they can easily look down upon.

Until now I never imagined Amelia to be this disrespectful, the look on her face yesterday was from a different angle, I've never seen her that mad. I drank the cup of hot wine and poured another inside, this time I took it back to my seat. Suddenly I heard I knock at the door. "Come on in" The door opened revealing Crane. "Brother." Crane spoke softly as he made his way to seat. "What do you want?" I looked at him furiously. I mean he's the reason why Amelia is gone after all, I know I would have gotten over this but it still hurts. Amelia is the daughter of the blood moon park, it would have been in my favour to have her marry Crane but no, Crane was just being crazy.

Anthony inquired, he was disappointed to find out that such a flawless guy like him wasn't Married to his Amy. "I'm.... also not sure Mr Hart" kelvin shrugged and began walking away. He drew in a deep breath, thank goodness that he stopped himself from spilling out everything. Amelia only told him because she trusted him a lot and he believed that she didn't want to announce it to the world yet. . . . Alexa turned angrily to Louisa who just spoke "And even the b*tch too speaks!" she scorned with a grin on her lips. "You can't even keep your hole in place that you chose to come here with two guys!"

The Contracted Bride The sound of the pen scratching across the paper felt louder than it should’ve been, like a storm ripping through silence. Amelia’s hand trembled as she signed her name on the dotted line at the bottom of the blue document. Amelia Grace Hart. That signature marked the beginning of something she never imagined—not in her wildest nightmares. Not even when she had lain awake at night, wondering how much worse things could get. She was no longer just a desperate sister or a broken daughter. She had just signed her soul away to the coldest man she’d ever met.

Alex replies. Amelia responded with a nod, she couldn't really explain it but she felt something was wrong. It was today that Alex was to present her best friend's case before relevant authorities. It was with this nervous excitement that Amelia accompanied Alex to the district attorney's office, knowing well it was a moment of truth. She had to be prepared, she was doing this for Emery. Just to make sure her best friend was on a safer side. It wasn't until she sat amidst stony officials, piles of papers, and nods in a conference room that resolution literally washed over her: Amelia wasn't ready for this, she never thought it was this complicated. She turned to face Alex who sat calmly. Now

he kissed the top of my head and held me till I fell off to sleep. The amount of knowledge that we all obtained from these books was overwhelming, but at the same time it answered many questions and cleared up many thoughts. I spent hours trying to see the future only for Mia to wake up and scoff at me, “it doesn’t work that way,” she snarled, “they come when needed or provoked, now give it a rest and me too,” she’s not happy with me right now, but she’ll get over it, she’s marked now and her inner turmoil needs time to heal. When I saw Amelia this morning, dressed in a sweater dress, that came to her knees and high boots, it dawned on me just how beautiful she truly is, she had curled her

As I stepped inside, I could feel eyes following me. But I kept walking. The message had said noon. It was five minutes to. The lobby smelled like jasmine and polished wood, and the sound of soft piano music echoed from the corner. I scanned the room, my pulse spiking when I saw her. Amelia Hart. She sat in one of the velvet chairs near the window, legs crossed, a cup of coffee in hand. She looked exactly how I imagined she would — pristine, poised, like she’d stepped out of some expensive perfume ad. Her blonde hair gleamed under the light, and when her eyes met mine, a slow, satisfied smile curved her lips.

Claire watches me carefully. “Are you sure?” A few days ago, I would’ve hesitated, I would’ve stared at those papers for hours hoping. Today, I open the folder immediately. My gaze scans the pages, then I reach for the pen. No hesitation, trembling hands or tears. Just certainty. The tip of the pen touches paper and I sign. Amelia Hart. One signature and three years erased. The sound of the pen scratching against the paper feels strangely final, like freedom. Claire releases a long breath.