Amelia Hololive Novels & Stories

I'm not sure what she is thinking, so I just keep silently watching her with a half-smile, saying something might chase her the hell away from me. Seeing the uncertainty on my face, she smiles and stretches out her arm to offer me her hand. "My name is Amelia." Damn, Amelia has a great smile. Unlike the other hybrids, who seem devoid of emotion, Amelia ooze charm through her toothy smile alone. She is also beautiful. If she weren't looking at me with hints of terror, I would most definitely pick her up into my arms, and kiss those lush lips of hers, complete the mate-bond. I take her smaller hand in mine, flashing a goofy smile. "Apparently, Ryan."

The whole room is decorated cream and gold. Amelia closed the door behind me and I was too busy in looking around the room. " Who are you? And how do you know me?" " You are Albert Maverick daughter right?" she ask me. " Yeah, but how do you know it?" " Aisling, did you forgot about me. We were in the same class in school." she said and I tried to run my brain cells as fast as I could to remember her. Finally, I remembered her she was in same class as me Amelia Dawn a highly skilled omega. She wasn't so talkative back then and always kept her mind in studies. She was a brilliant student .

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

Amelia my darling don’t you think it’s time everyone especially Liam finds out the secret you have been hiding from him,your time is up Amelia. L

Xavier said in agreement. “We have to find out if saving Kira would be of more loss than remaining his enemy” Blake advised. “You are right we...” Xavier’s words were cut off and all discussions paused as Amelia walked in. She was in a very dashing blue strapless dress which trailed behind her, a deep slit to the side and very high sparkling black heels. Her neck was adorned with a heavy and pretty sea coloured choker, her hair fell down her shoulders in curly full waves and her lips were painted red.

She giggled. “I’m sorry, who are you?” She stuck out her hand. “Amelia, at your service!” “Amelia?” “Yes.” “Okay?” I frowned, still confused about what she was doing in my room. “Thanks for introducing yourself,” I spoke awkwardly. “I’m twenty years old, a Gemini. I can clean your room, fold your clothes, keep you company, carry you on my back, and I’ll even crawl if you want me to.” Amelia gave me a thumbs up.

he replied stammering, having a difficult time breathing in. “Oh darling, that's where you are wrong, I am not like the others. I torture monsters far bigger and scarier than you during my free time, you are an insignificant hussy and I am going to enjoy breaking you piece by piece until there is nothing but an empty shell left” Amelia said just before two of the tendrils dug into his temples.

She immediately grabbed a makeup brush. "Don't move." Lyra groaned. Amelia adjusted a tiny section of makeup beneath her eyes. Then fixed a loose strand of hair. Then adjusted a pearl ornament. Then adjusted it again. Then a third time. Finally satisfied, Amelia stepped back. "There." Lyra smiled softly. "Thank you." For a moment, Amelia's usual playful personality disappeared. The room became quieter. More emotional. She looked at her best friend. The girl she had known since high school. The girl who had once shared cheap cafeteria lunches and impossible dreams.

Each passing second without an answer stretched my impatience thinner, until it was almost unbearable. We sat on the balcony outside my chambers, overlooking the vast forest and the Olympic-sized pool below. Amelia was dressed casually—a denim skirt that skimmed mid-thigh and a dark blue crop top that hugged her frame. Her voluminous curls were braided neatly into boxer braids, accentuating the roundness of her face. But it was her eyes—those dull, grayish eyes—that immediately soured my mood. There was hesitation in them. Discomfort. I already knew. “Well… er—unfortunately,” she began, her voice faltering as her gaze slid away from mine, “Anna is still very much alive. Worse… she’s currentl

I asked. Amelia moved toward the table to get the frame. “Her?” She brushed her fingers on it. “This girl has been haunting Alpha Siege in his dreams. She hasn’t shown herself for years, so none of us know if she’s still alive or not…” she explained with such a sad expression. “What’s her name?” “It’s—”