Amelia Shepherd Novels & Stories

she explained with her head bowed down. Amelia cleared her throat "you don't have to worry I just came in" Amelia said going to the vanity table. The lady's head turned to Amelia in wonder, with the car and guards she came with earlier Chelsea thought that she must be a spoilt heiress of some affluent family. She watched Amelia's back view, she really had a great figure. "I'm Chelsea your manager". Amelia reapplied her lipstick before facing the lady behind her. "Amelia Hart" Amelia stated to see Chelsea in shock.

I don't understand when she talk I feel like my heart beat racing and wind catch its speed like it calling me to wake up my friend name is amelia she is perfect girl. she Carring,full of energy, her cooking is unmatchable , she is loving ,cute and bueatifull. she is the girl you can't resist and want to get married amelia:- hi I want to ask something me:- what is that you look so serious tell me did something bothering you amelia:- my father is rich you know that right. and he searching man for me me:- that nice so what happen

She decides it's a good idea, she finishes the water and grabs more then goes into her room to undress to join her Dad in the sauna. She grabs a towel and wraps it around her nubile body. Amelia is a college freshman at the nearby university, fortunately, she had excellent grades through high school and received a full scholarship. She is 19 and very fit having been a swimmer for the school and every chance she had growing up. She has straight Black hair to her shoulders, a smooth caramel skin tone with deep brown eyes thanks to her Latina mother.

“Really? You love to keep them too?” Amy, who was happy that she was sharing a hobby with the mighty princess, hurriedly replied that it was true. Amelia scanned her heavy clothes and nodded happily. “I see that you are also a lover of jewelry. I love them a lot” she commented, and she blushed. “Yes, I care about my appearance a lot, since I represent the Alpha anywhere I go” she responded, throwing a slight jab at Helena, who was in simple attire and adornment. “That’s refreshing”, Amelia added with a smile.

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.”

Rather, he will claim that "I am abnormal." I now know why he is here, as usual, to remind me that it's time I forget about my first wife and move on. "Look, you must take Amelia Jackson as a wife. "I will only have her as my daughter-in-law." "Why Amelia?" I asked. "You know who she is?" Who doesn't know Amelia Jackson, the famous movie star who had mostly male fans because of the kind of role she plays? I didn't say that so loudly for Grandpa to hear. He would only want me to watch things that would help the company and strengthen our secret Mafia business.

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.

I sat down with sets of glaring eyes staring at me especially that of my father and brother. " we are here to try Amelia the daughter of beta Jonathan, Amelia do you know what your offense is?" a bald headed man asked,oh I am still considered his daughter, wonderful! I didn't have any offense, I didn't do anything but I couldn't say that aloud, I just replied " No sir" " Well since Amelia claims she doesn't know of her offense, please Beta Dennis help her remember" the bald headed man said, Dennis giving me a smirk before standing up

Amelia didn’t respond to her immediately. Instead, she walked calmly toward Adrian. “I’m sorry for the sudden intrusion,” she said politely. Adrian looked between her, Charles, and the officers. “Amelia… what exactly is going on?” George nodded in agreement. “Yes, madam, we would like an explanation.” Amelia sighed softly. “Actually, that is exactly why I’m here.” She turned and briefly looked at Shantel, whose face was already burning with anger. “This woman,” Amelia continued calmly, “is Shantel Moore.”

“What's her name?” There was a brief silence.“Amelia Bellamy.” I sighed.“Amelia?What does she do?” “She recently returned from London. She has been working with her family's foundation.” “So she's exactly the kind of person you think I should marry.” He coughed, “She is educated, intelligent, well-mannered, and from a respectable family.” I laughed.“You make her sound like she's applying for a job.” “You need someone who understands your world.”I looked toward the hallway and thought about Lyra.Her world was completely different from mine.She had never cared about my family's money or about the company.