Amelia Shepherd Actress Novels & Stories

While Amelia was crying she had overheard some conversation going on and she smiled wickedly. The next morning she waited for news to report a missing person or anyone on the internet to post about it. When it was getting to noon and still no news about Victoria. she smiled got dressed and called some media friendds. Amelia stood before the cameras dressed in white. Not the kind of white that screamed innocence but the kind that suggested mourning. With soft makeup plastered on her face she insisted on not wearing jewelry. Her hair pulled back neatly, exposing her face to the world like she had nothing to hide.

She flashed that smile that could make anyone fall in love with her and she rolled his eyes as he turned to Ariana who seemed to be mindlinking him because from the way she just stayed silent, just staring at him, I knew that she was up to no good. He sighed. “How old are you and what’s your status?” He asked her and I lost it. Sure, I had wronged him, but he had no right to take it on my little breeche. “You didn’t ask, but my name is Amelia. Amelia Aniston. Alexander’s mate and I am a hybrid omega.” She said as she turned to me, smiling. “The hybrid Omega Alpha Alexander Rodriguez loves and is mates to.” She said and I was marveled by how she responded.

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.”

" Do you think I am a fool? Be honest, why are you here? And where are the rest of the people " Amelia pursed her lips, stirring a drama in her eyes and creating that crying expression on her face and lips. " I...I don't know what you are saying. There was no one here when I came. I haven't eaten anything for two days, I was starving and anything I could think of was finding something to eat legally. How...how could you hold a sword at a poor woman's neck and threaten her as it is something she isn't even aware of...", She started crying for real there. Surely, she was someone to not shade tears on any occasion and was pretty emotionless, but faking tears and crying was something she could a

Hard and daring. Amelia.

Because if it didn't, if he never learned what she'd discovered, what Lars had confessed, what she was planning, then all of this, all the pretending and manipulation and staying in this nightmare, would be for nothing. She touched the ring on her finger. Twisted it so the diamond faced inward again. Her small rebellion. Her reminder that no matter what Lars believed, she would never be his. The letter was out there now. Moving toward freedom. Toward Carlos. Toward hope. All she had to do was survive long enough for it to matter. Amelia returned to her room and continued playing the role Lars needed her to play. The devoted, confused, slowly warming mate. But inside, she was planning a war.

Soon Amanda walked in followed by Nanny Agatha and a lady of Godly beauty, in her late twenties! My jaws hit the floor seeing her. Even in a simple blue jeans and a pink shirt, without any makeup other than a pink lip gloss, she looked more beautiful than Venus! She had a perfect face with big deer like black eyes, thick and long black eyelashes, fair complexion and thick and long black hair crossing her waist! She had an hourglass figure and a soft and sweet voice! “Good morning Mrs Olivia Bradley! I am Amelia.” Her sweet voice rang like bells of the church, in my ears and the first thought that came to my mind was- RYAN SHOULD NEVER BE PRESENT IN MY ROOM DURING MY THERAPY!

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.

she shouted at her own image. "Good. Now describe her in detail. Be cruel." Amelia took a shaky breath. "She's… pathetic. Look at her. She gets wet from being used. She came while watching another girl get raped. She begs for cock like a starving animal. She's a empty-headed set of holes, only good for taking cum and screaming filth." "Does that turn you on?" George asked, his hands sliding down to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples hard. "Yes!" Amelia moaned, her eyes glued to her own desperate expression in the glass.

She bent down and put her clothes down and Adrian felt the need pulsing through him. 'Damn, she is beautiful... but I feel like I have seen-' And then she turned around, her breasts softly bouncing and then she leaped into the lake... Adrian narrowed his eyes as he stared at the woman swimming in the lake. She looked like a fish... she was the same woman who had been tormenting him since the first day he met her at the mating ball. It is her. Amelia. 'So, at least the wolf and the woman are one. Maybe we are not in trouble.' Orion said, staring at Amelia with lusty eyes. Adrian almost wanted to kick his wolf.