Amelia Natasha Novels & Stories

she said lightly. “That’s an understatement,” Xavier muttered. “She looked like she wanted to strangle someone this morning.” Amelia chuckled. “And Diana was right beside her all smiles, but the fake kind. I can already feel the storm brewing.” “She’s your sister,” he said, a half-smile tugging at his lips. “Maybe talk some sense into her before she does something impulsive.” “Oh, I’ll try,” Amelia said. “But you know Natasha. Once she decides someone isn’t good enough for this family, she becomes a one-woman army.”

There was something about the certainty in his voice that struck her deeply. Feeling lost for words, she simply looked at him, allowing herself to be vulnerable for the first time. --- Later that night, after the lights were out, Amelia lay in bed, her face illuminated by the soft glow of her phone screen as she scrolled through old photos—images of Eva, of baby Nora, and a version of herself she could barely recognize. One picture drew her attention. It was taken at a charity gala three years prior, snapped by Celeste. In the photo, Amelia was laughing, blissfully unaware of the turmoil ahead. Her hand rested affectionately on Eva’s shoulder.

"And bring me more information than that next time." "Yes, Miss Blake," she replied. I leaned back into the sofa, feeling my lips curl into a smirk. 'Just you wait, Julian,' I thought, 'you and your Domitia slut. I'll make you two pay for everything you've done.' …… Amelia's POV On this day, I understood why rich women were always visiting spas. This place felt like heaven. Once I had enough money, I was going to be visiting spas like twice a week or something, because damn.

My eyes widen when I see a woman sitting in the middle of the office instead of Landon, as I walk closer I see: Elizabeth Paige. The woman I have learnt to hate my entire life. She was always so perfect and happy in her own world. She used to read books, always have a big smile on her face and most importantly, had Nathan’s attention. The worst part was that she was never even remotely rude, even after I bullied her, she used to avoid me but she never said anything bad about me. This used to anger me. How was she so unaware of how naturally beautiful she was, or how so many guys were crazy about her?

"A sweet little thing. Looked just like you when you were a baby. Born into chaos, though. Lies. Betrayals. Money exchanged hands where it shouldn't have." Nana had been around too long to know so much, even about her. Natasha's breath caught. "Amelia Jr.?" Nana nodded slowly. "But what happened to her?" Natasha pressed. "Where is she now?" Nana shook her head, her eyes glistening. "I don’t know, child. She disappeared like smoke." The weight of those words settled heavily between them. Disappeared. Just like so many answers Natasha needed. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Elsewhere, At The Silver Point Medical

His chest is broad and I run my fingers over it. He rolls my skirt up and he doesn't hesitate in pulling my panties down. My hands drift up his arms to his neck and I entwine my fingers in his dark-brown hair. It's silky, so fucking silky. I've lost the capacity for rational thought. What the hell am I doing? He's Damien Fucking Keller, and I'm just Amelia George. A plain Jane. An unremarkable person. An amateur spy. This shouldn't be happening, but I don't want it to stop.

She said as a matter of fact. “I was about to say it's too expensive and, well, that too.” Chelsea came from a rich family, so money isn't her problem, we became friends at the age of seventeen. Her parents despise me, to them, I'm a bad influence on their daughter, but Chelsea doesn't heed their demands to stay away from me. She rolled her eyes, “Is that a yes?” Just then, Mamita knocked on the door, “Amelia, I'm off to Gracias's house, won't be back till tomorrow afternoon!”

with that she ends the call and her full attention is now on me accompanied with a bright smile as she greets me with what is supposed to be a soothing voice "Alexa! " I have to admit, she's beautiful. Her perfectly curled strawberry blonde hair stopping mid back around her smallish frame, expensive looking designer dress and pumps giving her the classy business like look but the intense depths of blue of her eyes scream 'innocent devil ' "Its good to see you " well, i can't say the same for you. "I'm Brittany, we've met before on rather bad terms i suppose " you can say that again. I remember coming home that night to a very disturbing scene in the living room between her and a certain some

[Kael] Natalia was seriously crossing the line. She knew how much Amelia meant to me yet she still talks about her like she’s nothing. I should be the one who’s mad at her. She was the reason why I did what I did to Amelia. She had no right to tell me what to feel and she had no right to tell me who I should love.

"Like my wife said, we're happy to be here and are very grateful to be welcomed in such a good manner. As most of you know, I am Basha Siromani, and this is our daughter, Annabelle Ameera Siromani." Annabelle looked sort of annoyed when her dad called her Ameera but she covered it immediately. I wondered why, Ameera is a cute name. That was when I was able to take a good look at her. To say she looked stunning would be an understatement. Unlike the other girls, she wore something simple. It was just a plain navy blue dress that reached her ankles. Her jewelry wasn't shiny and she didn't have her glasses on. Annabelle gave a small wave and smiled after her dad introduced her.