Amelia Shepherd Actress Novels & Stories

Their closest friends and family had gathered to celebrate Amaliah’s birthday—a quiet celebration filled with toasts and laughter. Sheila pulled Amaliah aside, her expression a mix of nervous excitement. Amaliah excused herself from her conversation with her mother and Charlotte and followed Sheila. “I need to tell you something,” Sheila said, biting her bottom lip as though she were holding in a secret that had grown too big to keep. Amaliah raised an eyebrow, teasing. “Are you moving? Getting a puppy? Eloping with Idris Elba?” “Close,” Sheila replied with a grin. “I’m dating someone. Someone I think… might be the one.”

Renea peak through the door crack and saw a woman sitting on the sofa like a queen. The woman was familiar to her. It was Amelia Primo, an infamous leading actress in the entertainment industry. The information related to her indicated terrible temper, diva behavior, and mistreatment of staff.

we greeted. Alex stood from his chair to welcome us before offering a chair to sit on. “Join us, Amanda. I am glad you decided to come.” Yeah, because I thought Sebastian was going to be here. That liar! Why would he even invite me? What a messed-up game. Elena spoke to Ana for a few seconds before she disappeared into the kitchen. I watched the bag she was holding. “Broken glass,” Diego interrupted my thoughts. “Did someone get hurt?” I was a little preoccupied.

From a corner, I watched her waltz into Lachlan's office like she owned the place. She tossed her hair and flashed everyone she saw a manipulative smile. She exposed herself for who she was—a manipulative bitch. She had used me, played some like a fiddle, and now, her A-game is Lachlan? The fool even let her into his office. Was he that blind? A few minutes later, I see a heavy pregnant Amelia saunter to the door. Oh shit. She's going to be heartbroken when she sees them together. Amelia leaned down to peek through the glass door, and I heard her shudder in shock. She had seen them. Damn you, Lachlan.

" She protested while I arched a brow. "Lapdog?" I echoed, my voice filled with amusement. "That’s funny coming from you, Amelia. You were practically drooling over Owen, always chasing him, always ready to rip my hair out just because I was breathing the same air as him. And now? Now you are shacked up with his worst enemies. Tell me, how does that make you any different?" Amelia’s eyes flashed with anger. "I was playing a role, you stupid bitch," she snapped, running her fingers through her hair. "It was all part of the plan to make sure I wasn’t suspected."

He winks then the two of them head off down the street. I watch as Amelia sashays like a runway model. She missed her calling, she could have been an incredible model, and she’s certainly built like one. Tall, thin, and long flowing medium brown hair and dark brown doe-like eyes, she looks every bit the type who would grace the cover of Italian Vogue. Instead, she went to college and became a veterinarian of all things. She has her practice after taking over her father's when he retired a couple of years back. Ryan has tried to get her to marry him, but she insists that she is happy with being domestic partners.

Like getting to the root of the sponsor of the attack of their liv The letters they needed to dispatch, to neighboring packs. The elders they needed to consult. The strategy they needed to ensure that there was no casualty. They needed to double security Amelia made sure she looked her best today, so that she could seduce him. She wore her hair down, applied light make-up to go with it. She wore a yellow floral gown and beige sandals, with a small black bel Stiles noticed her unusual attention to her profile this morning "You're dressing up for my brother." He stated like he was discussing the weather

“I can't continue doing this! He is not interested in you, Amelia……come back to your senses. It's just a matter of time before he brings in his GFs. You are nothing but a business to him.” Amelia muttered to herself in the process of getting ready for work, though deep down she prayed Hunter wouldn't stop her. She settled in a jumpsuit, perfectly hugging her waist, trailing out to her curvy hips. Her hourglass figure was evident in the office dress. She draped a blazer on it because of the cold, and this time she had allowed her hair to fall on her shoulder; she wanted a change. Make-up wasn't her thing; she loved her face natural, except for the balm she loved to apply.

Having reasoned it out, she felt at peace and was less resentful toward Leon. When Seraphina finally met the infamous Amelia, she found herself face-to-face with a stunning woman in her mid-twenties. Amelia was tall, graceful, and as polished as a porcelain doll. She didn’t speak much and had a calm, gentle demeanor—completely unlike the other branch managers, who were far more assertive. During lunch, Leon and Amelia sat together, chatting and laughing, oblivious to the sound of hearts shattering all around them. Seraphina didn’t care. She and Mia sat in a corner, happily devouring their food.

“It’s a good thing he’s here with you instead of Amelia. That girl… she’s been acting like she’s living her best life. But trust me, I know it’s all a show.” I blinked at her, frowning. “What do you mean?” Amber smirked knowingly, pulling out her phone. “She’s been recently flaunting herself on her ‘not-so-private’ I*******m account. Posting every chance she gets. Look.” She handed me her phone, already opened to Amelia’s profile. I scrolled, and the more I did, the more my gaze hardened. Amelia was dressed in designer clothes, her smile wide as she sat in a five-star restaurant, a glass of wine raised delicately in her hand.