Amelia Liana Instagram Novels & Stories

The date got canceled and Ava seemed unapologetic about it. And now, it happened again. This time, she seemed to regret it more than the first one. Liam was rich, good-looking, cool, responsible and they seemed to share the same faith. He fitted into the shoes of her dream man She felt bad but what could she do? Perhaps, they weren’t meant to be, so she thought. She left her book and grabbed her sketch pad and a pencil and started drawing on it. When she was satisfied, she decided to sleep

“Qazis have been traditional medicine practitioners for generations and are quite respected. Your father tried to straddle both. And hence, your fortune depleted dramatically. But with your success in modern medicine and your cousin Amelia’s research in traditional medicine, you should be back on track.” Henry frowned, “How do you know Amelia?” Liliana smirked at him without replying. Henry understood it right away. No wonder Amelia’s research was going so well. She was working for PRI - Petrova research institute. Henry looked at Liliana and sighed, “I hate you.” Jenn seconded him, “It’s kind of scary how she knows more about what’s going on in P city than all of us combined.” Liliana shrug

Danika Williams After my chat with Elizabeth, my heart felt lighter. I was glad that she has become a strong woman and has such a wonderful man like Nathaniel Lachlan as her husband. I would have died with guilt if I would have ended up ruining her life like my mother has ruined mine.

"Let me tell you something. If you or Heather are planning to push me then I'm out of here." "No no no! I didn't mean that." "You better not." I grumbled. "Amelia, Juliet. What are you guys doing over there? Come here," Heather said. "Let's go." Amelia said, grabbing my hand and dragging me along with her. Heather was busy clicking photos with Ethan and then tapping away on her phone for a long time. "What is she doing?" "Posting on social media so that half of the world knows that she's here cliff diving with her boyfriend," Amelia rolls her eyes at Heather.

“This is Laura. My wife.” Amelia’s eyes widened dramatically. “Your wife? Oh my gosh! It’s so nice to finally meet you, Laura! I’m Amelia Island. Aaron and I have been friends since we were kids. I’m a fashion designer .... I just got back from showing my new collection in Paris.” She spoke so fast and cheerfully that it was almost dizzying. I forced a small, polite smile even though my jaw felt tight. “Nice to meet you,” I said quietly, keeping my voice steady.

she exclaimed, her voice laced with a hint of shock. Liam held her gaze firmly, his eyes searching for answers. "I'm sorry, but you can't just leave me in the dark," he implored. "I need to know how you know Lila and the reason you're hiding from her so intensely." Amelia looked at Liam, a flicker of apprehension crossing her face. "I'll tell you later, when she's gone," she responded, her voice tinged with a sense of urgency. "I just need to eat now."

The leader didn't disappoint her provided that he gave her Amelia in the coming three days. Lila let them torture her while she attended events and shot videos for her social media. She was making sure the world knew she was busy. Nevertheless, on the fourth night, after returning from a birthday party of a fellow influencer, she decided to meet Amelia. "W-who are you?" Amelia shivered in the chair where she was bound in with ropes. "Your death." Lila chuckled wickedly. She didn't try to hide her face because she wasn't going to see Amelia again after tonight— Correction, Amelia was going to be able to see any one else after tonight, talk less of seeing Lila.

They scurried in various directions. By the time it was afternoon, Amelia was sitting in her room, anxious as hell. She was wearing a pale blue silk gown that accentuated her curves and covered her breasts completely. Zaila made her wear blue sapphire earrings. She had tightened a braid that coiled at her nape. “You look gorgeous, my lady,” said Zaila, mesmerized at her beauty. Amelia gave her a weak smile. She wondered what would happen during lunchtime? Would his kin like her? Her mind was confused.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

Val finally said, her voice filled with quiet pride as she turned to look at Amelia. Amelia nodded slowly, her eyes glistening with emotion. She swallowed hard, trying to keep herself from tearing up. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. “She deserves this moment.” Just then, Amelia’s phone started buzzing. One ping, then another, then more. It was like a flood. She quickly unlocked it and opened her business I*******m page. Her jaw dropped. Messages. Notifications. Follows. Dozens of new followers were pouring in, and messages were stacking up, questions, compliments, people asking how to buy the wigs.