Amelia Novels & Stories

" Sister Ame, you should be careful of that woman. For some reason, I feel like she doesn't have good intentions, even her behavior is odd. As if she is up to something. Please look out for yourself " Amelia nodded as she picked up the sweet donut and put it on her plate. " Whether she had the bad intention or bad behavior, if she again bump into me, I will surely gonna pour so much water on her ", Said Amelia in a narcissistic tone. Arsha was ready with her plan. And her target was none other than Damian, the new kind of Lycan empire. With a seductive innocent smile on her face, she approached Damian who was standing in the cor

They seemed to have been friends for a long time. The woman's gaze shifted from Alex to Amelia when she noticed her there, and then Alexander noticed her too. "Amy, finally! " Alex said as he looked at her. "Come on, I want you to meet a friend. Amelia soon approached, standing in front of both of them. The blonde woman stood up and greeted Amelia, smiling excitedly at her. "So you're the famous Amelia Jones? " the blonde said, looking like a human version of Barbie. "I've heard a lot about you, but Alex was right, you are beautiful!

Amelia said, coming forward, her hips swaying seductively. It was usual for the females in his kingdom to try getting his attention, only that he wasn't interested in them. He just wanted that long lost treasure, but at the moment he seemed to have fallen for the young damsel who came in with Amelia. King Azalea's gaze fell on the beautiful young brown haired lady, as she followed Amelia towards him. Alicia's hands were clenched together and her arms were filled with goosebumps. She was nervous. "This is Alicia Smith. She ran away from her pack." Amelia said.

he said and Emma found his words funny. She was at risk already, in fact, she was a risk bearer because she was the Alpha, and not to add to the point that she is the organization’s main target. Then Emma remembered her plan with Lincoln, Chloe, and David. She had to let the organization know that they had won in breaking her emotionally, she didn’t need Caleb’s acceptance.

Ethan said in a calm, unsure voice, "you need to explain this. Who exactly are you?" Amelia took a deep breath and didn't take her eyes off of Ethan. "I didn't want to keep this from you, but before I told you the truth, I wanted to make sure we could trust each other. My real name is Amelia Silverstone, and I'm not like other women. Ethan's face creased, and he looked over at Gabriel, who looked just as confused as he did. Amelia went on, "I'm a Moon Weaver, which means I'm a guardian chosen by the Moon Goddess to make sure that fated mates' lives go the way they should."

“I don’t like being disrespected especially by insignificant brainless sluts like you” Amelia enunciated each word, her voice hard and angry. The fear in Raya’s face was as clear as the death that was surrounding us. “Amelia, let her go please” the voice that spoke was so clear, so sweet and enchanting, different from the raspy and sensual voice of Amelia.

Alice should have not ever supported those two in their revenge. “You… you’re not different from Valeria Valladolid.” Alice smiled sarcastically. “You killed Charles. You killed him, and you'll pay for that.” Amelia’s tears stopped right away. She wasn’t expecting that. Amelia wasn’t like Valeria Valladolid. Amelia was Erika, Erika was kind, loving and caring. But the look that Alice wasn’t giving her wasn’t helping at all, it only reinforced what Alice had expressed. “Alice, I-”

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. Stumbling. Bleeding. Knife in hand. Heading straight for the house. Straight for Maya. I raised my gun. “Amelia!” She froze. Turned. Her eyes met mine. And what I saw in them wasn’t fear. It wasn’t guilt. It wasn’t regret. It was resolve. Cold. Final. Unbreakable. She lifted the knife. And she ran. Straight toward Maya. Straight toward the house. Straight toward the end. Amelia sprinted toward the house like she wasn’t bleeding, like she wasn’t broken, like she wasn’t human anymore. The knife glinted in her hand, catching the faint light from the compound as she tore through the trees.

Amelia didn't want to turn back, but if she pretended not to hear, Jenny might whisper something in Alex's ear again and Alex would come after her again. She turned her head and looked at the two men coldly. Alex froze for a moment. Amelia was bright and beautiful with exquisite makeup. She always used to wear straight hair, or long hair pulled back in the head, but today her long hair permed into wavy curls, with exquisite features and a lustrous red dress. She looks like a genie in the dark as sexy and seductive.