Amelia Head Novels & Stories

Madam Loretta said, utterly confused like the rest of them. "Hey, come on. I know just what to do. I'm sure, this will make you remember." Rieka knelt on the bed, gently turning her head to her. "What are you doing?" Amelia asked, using her palm to touch her head, and for the first time she felt the bandage wrapped around her head. Wait, it has been there all this while. Maybe they were right and she did fall, but why can't she feel no pain. The last time she checked she's still human, with no supernatural powers. She can't possibly change overnight right?

"Take a wild guess, who's the daddy?" Before I could even process the bombshell, Amelia grabbed a vase and cracked it over her own head.

She quickly rushed inside to grab somethings she had with her, especially her mothers necklace. "Let's go!!" She said firmly, holding herself together and being strong. The officers nodded and started to walk down. Felix stayed behind the group, closer to Amelthia. He was so close that he could smell the strawberry shampoo she used to wash her hair. Felix was 6ft. But Amelthia was short 5ft 6inches. He towered amelthia.

They looked at me and immediately bowed their heads. I approached them, and they parted to create a path for me to see what was happening in the centre. What I saw was alarming. Amelia was in her underwear, with the silver bracelet on her wrist, and they had scratched and beaten her. That wasn't all; her eyes were wolfish blue, also an unusual eye colour for a wolf, but that wasn't what surprised me. I wondered how she could still hold on to her wolf while bound with silver.

I beg to differ. “Howa are you feeling?” Amelia stepped a little closer to her chained body I allowed her to be a little closer, knowing she will fight me if I try to hold her back too much. As soon as I have that red flag feeling, I will pull her out. “I feel like I had a sunburn from head to toe, a little cold and my head…” she winced as she held her short hair in her hands. “Is pounding, screaming for me to just bang it against the wall to stop the pain.”

“Do you really not think that Jonathan is handsome?” Amelia, noticing that she had begun to reveal her true self, decided to play along with her. “Of course not. Jonathan is one of the most handsome men I've ever seen. He is truly one of a kind.” Stella frowned where she was as she listened to the conversation between them. Though she knew that Amelia was aware of what was going on she could not help but frown at it. She had been trained on different kinds of drinks so she knew the effects that such a drink could have on Amelia.

I stared down at her small figure, she was just up to my chest, her head was bent so I couldn’t see her face and her hair was all over the place. “bambina? Please look up” she raised her head slightly and I caught a glimpse of her tear stricken face. My eyes went wide when I saw hand marks on her neck though she had tried to cover it up and I went wild. “WHO DID THAT?” I yelled making her flinch and burst into tears again. “tell me Camila, who did this?” I sighed knowing I’ll get no answer. I spotted her phone on the dresser and decided to call her friend Olivia.

she explained with her head bowed down. Amelia cleared her throat "you don't have to worry I just came in" Amelia said going to the vanity table. The lady's head turned to Amelia in wonder, with the car and guards she came with earlier Chelsea thought that she must be a spoilt heiress of some affluent family. She watched Amelia's back view, she really had a great figure. "I'm Chelsea your manager". Amelia reapplied her lipstick before facing the lady behind her. "Amelia Hart" Amelia stated to see Chelsea in shock.

But then Emilia descended the stairs, and the spotlight shifted, leaving Amelia in the shadows. Amelia's eyes narrowed, her thoughts racing with resentment. Who was this girl, really? The same one they'd found unconscious on the road? She looked...transformed. The peach gown hugged her curves, and the Tear of a fairy necklace sparkled like diamonds against her skin. She was stunning, a true beauty who could give the current Miss World, Kylie Paterson, a run for her money.

Amelia couldn’t breathe properly anymore. Sophie looked horrified scrolling through headlines. “‘Divorced CEO Wife Pregnant Amid Cheating Scandal.’” Another refresh. “‘Did Amelia Hart Trap Damian Vale With a Baby?’” Another. “‘Mystery Pregnancy Shocks Vale Family.’” Each headline felt like another knife. Amelia suddenly rushed toward the bathroom. Then barely made it before vomiting violently. Damian moved instinctively. But Adrian reached her first again. Supporting her hair gently. Rubbing her back carefully.