Amelia Pond Novels & Stories

But none of the clues indicated the gender, all Elder knew was that it was a young boy. Elder was silent as he thought about who this person was. Meanwhile, elsewhere, Amelie had just returned from school and entered her room. One by one, Amelie took off her clothes until she was wearing only a tank top. Amelie sat on the side of the bed and stared at her blue pendant. Amelie thought about what Viona had said at school. "Is there such a thing as a portal door?" She thought. "Right where I come from."

I help set her straight on her feet. “Please tell me that jumping was not the plan?” I clutch my chest with one hand and keep a firm grip on her with the other. She’s back on the ground, but my blood is pumping after that. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions “No, I just like the adrenaline rush of hanging on the edge. It helps me think and focus. My name is Amelia, Amelia Benedict.” She holds out her hand and I shake it. “It’s nice to meet you Amelia, I’m Aurora Montgomery. Now, let's go and you can tell me about this heartless playboy and I can tell you about my crew of gold diggers.”

Amelia The next day, I get up bright and early to start getting ready for the Moonlit ritual. I’m ready to leave when Sandy enters the room with a bright smile and a massive garment bag in her hands. “Good morning, Amelia,” she greets me and sets the bag on the bed. “You look lovely already, but I’m sure you’ll be excited about the surprise I’ve brought.” “What’s that?” I ask and approach her. Sandy beams at me as she unzips the bag and reveals a brand-new luxury gown. It’s a beautiful sky blue shade, adorned with crystals, truly fit for royalty.

“It’s Amelia, Alpha. She’s dead.” The room went silent. No one moved. Even the fire seemed to hold its breath. For a long, unbearable moment, I didn’t feel anger, only the kind of hollow stillness that comes right before something breaks. Then it broke. “How?” I asked. “She was found near Liam’s safe house. She, she was shot. They buried her by his command.” He said, looking up at me. “We traced their steps and found the safe house. It is not far out, but the area, to get there… that carry a weight held like death.”

"Hello, my dear Ram. I'd say it's a pleasure to see you again but I'm not in the mood for lying today." Like any half-decent man Ram grabbed his gun to defend himself. Only to drop it with a yelp. Alex emitted an admonishing sound. "Oh no, that's not how we play today's game." / Amelia sat on the most beautiful beachs he'd ever seen. Silver-colored sand, softer than feathers, covered the ground. Gentle waves caressed the shore and her bare feet. Their sound was the only one she caught. There was no pain and sorrow. No troubled thoughts. Only peace.

I asked her, feeling concerned because I didn't want anything happening to her when she went to her mother's. Amelia nodded her head, "yes, I'll be fine. I guess it's time..." she cleared her throat, "I guess it's time that I finally try to mend our relationship. She's not a bad person, she just made a lot of bad decisions," Amelia tucked her yellow hair behind her ears. She was so young, looking at her now I realise that she’s a child- literally. Amelia is only 16 years old and it breaks my heart to know that she had witnessed what had happened last night.

Amelia was just standing and innocently stare at Arnaldo asking for help. You can see on Amelia's face with a lot of suprise, she is wondering what was going on and it was visible to her that she fear what Sandra is doing. Because she is very sure that everyone on the mansion must have heard every word that Sandra told about her. She bowed her head down while Sandra continued to scream and did her little drama of non-stop crying. Amelia's eyes look so sad, her eyes are very red. She couldn’t looked in Sandra's face while continued crying. Her head continues to bend down.

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.

I stepped through the side door, my flashlight catching a scatter of oil drums and old rigging ropes. And there she was. Amelia. Sitting cross-legged on an upturned crate, phone in hand, purse slung at her feet. Her hair was pulled back too tight, a neat braid like she thought being tidy would save her. “Adrian,” she called, voice echoing. “Brave of you to come yourself.” I stepped closer, careful not to show the disgust crawling under my ribs. “Brave of you to think you’re worth the effort.” She laughed — short, sharp, like glass shattering. “You know, I didn’t want this. I really didn’t. But you made it so easy. Always so busy protecting your perfect Eliana, your precious legacy.”