Amelia Shepherd Actress Novels & Stories

She was the same girl she met in Xander's company the first day when she brought Alexander back. "Rhea. My assistant." Amelia nodded her head motioning the girl to sit beside Xander which she did. Amelia for some reasons didn't like the girl. She seems younger than Amelia yet obviously attracted towards Xander whose eyes were stuck on Amelia. Can't this snow man see what kind of eyes his assistant has on him? She scoffed again mentally before placing the file on the table which Rhea took professionally. Amelia has to admit the girl was good in her work. Maybe that's the reason Xander was still tolerating her. Because of the glances and lip biting, she had done in those 30 minutes anyone can

She couldn't resist the tears that flowed down her brown pupil. “Yes..”Emma nodds towards Chloe. “I'm pretty sure you won't lie to me again about not knowing anything about the Fake Alex.”

Seraphina quickly picked up the remote and turned off the TV. “I’m sorry for what Aiden said about you,” she muttered gently. Amelia turned to her, eyes filled with tears and pain. Her entire body trembled from the weight of the betrayal. “I loved him so much,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I went against my family for him. I gave him everything… and in the end, he dumped me, rejected me. He sent people to kill me. And now he’s lying to the public about me.”

Han promised before hanging up. “The good news?” Han said, turning back to Damon and Tobias. “Amelia is trained for combat. She took down four guards. Who knows what else she did. This was the best thing you did for her, Damon told him. Meanwhile in Peru… Amelia stepped onto the balcony; the guard trailed her like a shadow. She spun around, disarmed him in one swift motion, and knocked him out cold with the butt of his own gun. Liam emerged from the room, grinning like he’d just won a prize. She aimed the gun at him, then lowered it with a scoff. “Tell your goons to back off. Where the hell am I going to go? It’s not like I can sprout wings.”

I had calls I needed to make, documents to check out, and two decisions that needed to be made before end of day and yet as I sat in front of all of it my mind kept going back to the conference room. All of it went to Amelia and everything she did. I could remember the way she had sat at the head of that table. It went to the way she had said this project was her's with the calm certainty of someone who had never considered any other possibility. I pulled up a browser. I typed her name. Amelia Sinclair actress. The results came back immediately and there were quite a lot of them. There were film reviews, industry profiles and award nominations. There was a photograph from a London premiere —

I said clinging onto her hand. Skye's smile widens and wrapped her arms around my waist. "Damn my friend she's definitely a keeper." A tall woman in a green outfit, with a British accent, said. "Amelia, let me introduce you to my sweet. My sweet this is Amelia Xena Callahan, and Amelia this is Adeline Adia Davis." Amelia is wearing a green sexy sling V-neck high waist bag hip dress, complemented with a gold necklace and a mint green color stiletto.

I grunted under my breath and, to fight the urge, spoke up. “The party’s still going, Mrs. Harper. I’m sure someone’s already looking for you.” Julian’s face popped into my head, and though I hated it, I wanted to hear what she’d say. Amelia sighed, and I turned to her, finally taking in her appearance without the distraction of that assistant, Lucas Bennett, she’d been waltzing around with earlier. She wore a black gown with a wide opening at the back, partially covered by her wavy, deep brown hair.

Amelia remembered what happened a few moments before. Before Christian came to his room:- Amelia came out of the washroom after taking a bath and saw her phone was ringing. She attended the call as it was from her childhood friend Shelly. "Hi Shelly, How are you? what.." Amelia is cut off by Shelly's voice. "Amelia, I sent you one video. Please check it" Shelly uttered and cut the call. Amelia opened w******p still confused with the behavior of Shelly. It is the video of her parents, she clicked the play button still confused.

Amelia’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I turned to her with a small smile. She is ten now, and she has grown into a splitting image of Samantha. Her curly hair is braided in two fishtails down her back and she was wearing a yellow sundress with matching pointe shoes- she must have just finished with dance. I stood up from the basement floor and brushed dust off my trousers, “Are you okay?” She nodded, “What are you doing here?” “I was looking at pictures of your mum,” I admitted and an unreadable expression crossed her face, “Do you want to join me?”