Amelia Pond Novels & Stories

Chloe fell silent, then picked them up to take a look. Amelia was 25 years old. She studied abroad for four years, returned to the country this year, and secured a job in the Reese Group’s finance department. Her father managed a supermarket and her mother was a homemaker. The documents also included photos of Amelia during her elementary, junior, and high school years.

I wondered why Nelson did not come to the lounge with Alexei and Clay. I was still dressing up when Amelia walked in. She was surprised to see me in the room. She must have thought I would still be in the lounge. "Where are you going?" She asked me, opening her bag to go through her stuff. It seemed she was searching for something. I asked her what it was, and she smiled. "Bathing suit. Tamia is throwing a pool party for us. We are trying to act as if all is normal just in case the estate is being watched." She said, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

"That garden is to die for" Poppy gapes openly out the wide windows as she scans her gaze over the large area. It does look like it could be a field that's only contained by a tall lining of trees to mark the edge of the property. "Oh my god there's a pool, but you can't swim?" Poppy asks, turning to her in confusion. "Rhode taught me a little, and I'll learn how to get better eventually" Amelia says with a small grin before leading us all down the hallway and opening up one of the doors and examining the room for herself before standing back with a joyful grin.

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.

“Too grown.” Amelia wore a long blue dress. Her hair was braided with small white flowers. She moved through the crowd, greeting everyone. She laughed, hugged the old women, and danced with the younger ones. The whole pack loved her. She was kind, just like her father. And strong, like both of us.

she said matter-of-factly. The woman had pretty ocean-blue eyes and blond hair, and like the others, she also carried the rank of Epsilon. Her gaze sharpened as she tilted her head slightly. “That dress. It’s a limited edition. There are only ten in the world. How on earth did you get your hands on it?” Jay scoffed. “Isn’t it obvious, Gina? Chanelle Winters gave it to her. She is our Luna.” “Still,” Gina’s eyes watched me with a coldness I could feel in my bones, “Chanelle wouldn’t just give something like that away recklessly. It’s worth millions of dollars…”

“Choked on my drink, that’s all.” “Careful. Don’t spill anything on the carpet,” I said. He scowled. “Funny.” They must have felt the tense energy between us, so Alex interrupted. “How is your new product going, Amanda?” “I am still working on it. I promise that this time it won’t fail. I am hoping to go somewhere tomorrow and get one last ingredient.” He was puzzled. “I thought you received it this morning.” “It’s a last-minute thing. I already called the place and Diego has agreed to come, right Diego?” I turned to him. His eyes bulged out of his face.

Amelia stood to her feet, she had shed tears and was about to say something when her eyes landed on Lydia who was standing by the door. Lydia gasped when she knew who the lady is. She is a famous actress in the movie industry. She could not believe that she was seeing Amelia Jackson here in the man's house begging to be loved. The lady was too graceful and beautiful, she was dressed in a blue body hug gown that was up to her knees and her straight blonde was let to fall on her shoulders. “You!” Amelia yelled, causing Lydia to flinch. She turned to look behind if there was someone behind her, but there was none.

We were hanging out at the waterfront outside of Cecil's Diner, eating hushpuppies and watching people cruising in their cars, when I saw Amelia walking down the street. She was still a hundred yards away, turning her head from side to side, wearing that old brown sweater again and carrying her books in one hand. It must have been nine o'clock or so, which was late for her to be out, and it was even stranger to see her in this part of town. I turned my back to her and pulled the collar up on my jacket, but even Diana-who had banana pudding where her brain should have been-was smart enough to figure out who she was looking for "Landon, your girlfriend is here."

My brother by blood, Eric Wilson, was having an affair. I found out about it. However, I chose not to tell his wife. Instead, I blackmailed him into buying me three luxury handbags.