Amelia Liana Instagram Novels & Stories

The usual posts flooded my timeline: fashion influencers flaunting their outfits, food bloggers making me regret skipping lunch, and then there it was. Amelia. Of course, it had to be Amelia. My finger froze mid-scroll as I stared at the series of pictures and videos she’d been in. There she was, laughing, smiling, glowing. And not just with anyone. She was with Liam and another VIP Prince Tristan. The prince that everyone has been raving about on my timeline.

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

Amelia said, "Nanna will be save. And she's gonna come back. She's a powerful woman." Rihanna said smiling. Amelia nodded still looking at her." But I don't wanna go to school. I'm.... embarrassed and shy. Please,let me stay at home..just today."she pleaded. "Have you noticed? Did you noticed?" Rihanna suddenly asked. "What mom?" "How great you can sing?"Rihanna replied. Amelia smiled and slowly nodded. She breathed in and smiled again." I knew but I was too clumsy... stupid and crazy to know.

Why did I love Gale this much. His eyes, his hair and cologne, no I have this minute, I just have to get out of here quick. I tried to wiggle out of his tight grip but my efforts seemed in vain, he was far much more stronger than me. "Let me go " I whispered but it felt like he wasn't listening, he soon turned me around. And I was looking up at him, "Amelia I can... I.. " I wasn't listening anymore, my eyes drifting to the woman that stood behind him with a bedsheets wrapped around her body.

"Does Nina have any enemies? Any reason someone would break in and take her things?" Amelia shook her head, "No, she keeps to herself mostly. She's a software developer, and she's a brilliant coder. She can hack any computer defense at the drop of a hat, but she hasn't been working on anything..." She trailed off and looked like she was going to cry, "What?" I inquired desperately. "The only thing she's been working on outside of her day job is trying to get past MID's firewalls. She took it on as a side project to help us out. This is my fault," Amelia answered, guilt lacing her voice.

“It’s a good thing he’s here with you instead of Amelia. That girl… she’s been acting like she’s living her best life. But trust me, I know it’s all a show.” I blinked at her, frowning. “What do you mean?” Amber smirked knowingly, pulling out her phone. “She’s been recently flaunting herself on her ‘not-so-private’ I*******m account. Posting every chance she gets. Look.” She handed me her phone, already opened to Amelia’s profile. I scrolled, and the more I did, the more my gaze hardened. Amelia was dressed in designer clothes, her smile wide as she sat in a five-star restaurant, a glass of wine raised delicately in her hand.

Something about them wasn’t adding up. The cream smelled of lavender and something else and looked similar to what Jared had given her. She took a little with the tip of her finger and lifted her shirt. “That looks more than a little bruised, Ava,” Alpha Diego said as he put some drinks on the table. The cream seemed to work the moment it touched her skin, so she wondered if Iulia had whipped it up herself. Relief made her sit back and take her first full breath since Mr Hansson had broken her ribs.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Amelia sat on the bed, all dressed up in a casual outfit of jeans and a corset top with her feet adorned in heeled slippers. Her hair was slicked back into a low ponytail with a neat middle part, and her makeup was done with soft pastel colors. She stared at her phone screen, reading the simple message James had sent her repeatedly. It read, Meet me at De Prime.

Camila I stared at the mirror unsure if the person I was looking at was me. My long black was braided a tone side and left to rest on the other side of my shoulder, my brown eyes were bright yet had a sad gleam to them. I wore a long handless black gown that had a long slit, up to my knee. I applied some lipstick and paired my outfit with a silver pair of high heels.