Amelia Owl House Novels & Stories

Before she could see other houses, it was a few miles away. "Thank you, sir." She thanked the driver who waved and drove off. Amelia took a while studying the house, it wasn't how she imagined it to be but somehow she loved it. She got into the house, opened the door and the view was nice. There was a flat-screen TV fixed firmly on the wall in the sitting room, the chairs were beautifully designed, and the house was really beautiful. She went to the bedroom but to her surprise, it was just one bedroom. She dropped her bag and slept on the bed thinking of what life would become of her now. Just as she was about to doze off, her phone rang. Amelia looked at the caller and she saw it was her da

"Fred! Alice shouldn't be in a situation like this. She is too young to go through all these. It's me you want, right? Can't you let me give her back to James?" "No, I can't. I love Alice too. If I give her back to James, she wouldn't be breastfed well. Wouldn't this affect her? Now, come in, okay? Alice needs to rest." Amelia heaved a loud sigh and walked into this new house. She stood at the door and looked around the living room. There was not much paparazzi going on. The living room was medium sized, with furniture that looked neither expensive nor cheap. It was for the middle-class family.

the Omega whispers and I swear, she sounds close to tears. The corner of my mouth twitches, but I don’t let the smile show. I truly enjoy this game of power - I like watching them jump, squirm and whisper their answers. All that just reminds me that I stand above them. Thankfully, after the coffee incident, they don’t mess anything up again, so I enjoy my breakfast in peace and once I’m done, I decide to inspect the house. Walking from room to room, I come to the conclusion that the whole place is too plain and everything around here has Amelia’s paw print all over it. I don’t appreciate seeing her touch everywhere, so I decide some remodeling would be the best situation.

She couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as she stepped into the house. The interior was even more impressive than the exterior. The ceilings were high, making the house feel spacious and airy. The furniture was big and solid looking, perfect for Oscar, a werewolf. Everywhere she looked, Amelia was met with stunning aesthetic design. She couldn't believe that she was actually inside the home of a werewolf. Amelia was still marveling at the house when Oscar came back with a cup of milk and some change of clothes. He had been so kind to her, despite her being a complete stranger and even a hater at first. It was obvious that he was not used to being around humans.

"This is my daughter. As smart as your mother." "Always," Chantel replied, her chest swelling with pride. "And there's even better news-Amelia didn't get her wolf." Chantel leaned back on the couch, sounding as relaxed as if she were talking about the weather. "That's exactly what I was expected." Iris's smile deepened, a grimness in her eyes as she admired her freshly manicured nails, content to all plan in her control. "It's all over," Chantel said with a lazy stretch and a smirk on her lips. "I'm going upstairs now and turning Amelia's room into my second cloakroom."

Amelia said glaring at Robert. "Amelia!!! Why are you badmouthing me in front of my mate?" Robert asked. "I am not badmouthing you, I am only stating the obvious, just like you clearly stated that I am not the owner of the house,” Amelia said in a singsong voice. Then she turned to Alicia and said, "would you like to help out in the kitchen? that way you would meet Shirley, Zane's mate,”

Claudia smirks. Amelia kept on wandering in the whole house feeling bored cause there was nothing to do or anyone to talk with. Amelia POV I’m so bored,I tried going outside but was too scared because of those dogs.I could have sworn I saw one of those dogs wink at me and it creeped the shit out of me. “I think I will just watch a movie,”Amelia said out loud before going to the theatre room. *** “Who fucking hired you?!”Liam yells at the man who was already covered with blood and bruises.

She kept her eyes down when she heard Emily's retreating footsteps, not daring to look up. “Who am I, Amelia?” he repeated. Amelia stuttered. “Y - You're - -” She heard his approaching footsteps and shriveled back in fear. Her back hit the door and she froze. ‘I’m going to die,’ she told herself. She felt two hands on either side of her head, trapping her in place. “Open your eyes and tell me!” Adrian roared. “You're Alpha Adrian MoonClaw, head of the MoonClaw household!” Amelia announced in a trembling voice.

Owen “What do you mean?” Amelia replies, pulling away enough for her hair to slip out of my fingers. “You know I grew up in an orphanage.” I drop my hand, my wolf whining at the lack of contact. “Yes, but what about before that?” “Before that?” Amelia repeats. “There is no before that. My entire life has been the Home for the Forgotten.” The foul stench of the basement she was living in comes to mind along with my memories of her scars, and I realize what she’s saying.

***Omniscient*** Amelia woke up to the sound of a crow cawing outside her window. She slowly opened her eyes, squinting in the dim light that filtered through the tiny window in her small room. She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and glanced around the cramped space.