Novel & Cerita Amelia Shepherd

“She never lets anything go.” “No,” Amelia said, her voice turning sharp. “She doesn’t.” She picked up her phone again, scrolling through the article like she was studying an enemy. “She’s desperate,” Amelia continued. “And desperate people make noise.” Alejandro stepped closer. “This kind of noise can destroy reputations.” Amelia looked up at him, calm but dangerous. “Only if you let it.” He held her gaze. “So what are you going to do?” She set the phone down slowly. “She wants war.”

“You embarrassed yourself, Selah. All that nonsense you displayed out there is on you, and no one else. I should be asking if you’ve lost your goddamn mind! What were you thinking, coming here.” “You’re going to stand there and defend her, again? Even after what she did to your brother? We don’t have to be engaged before I get the right to call her a homewrecker,” Selah spits. “Everyone knows what she is. Amelia Vale is a murderer. An abomination from the Blood Shade. You should not even be here in this filthy place. You should want nothing to do with her.” My wolf paces so hard my vision flashes white. A low growl slips out, but it is enough to silence her.

Only then did she look at Amelia again, her expression pitying. "After all," she said, each word precise, deliberate, "that is what desperados like you are for. Women who ache for wealth and fame they weren’t born to, who’ll crawl for scraps of it. Maids. That’s the role you play." Amelia’s gaze dragged, and the first thing it landed on was Sharon’s elbow, perched on Hector’s shoulder like she owned him. Like he was a coat rack she’d chosen for the evening. Then her eyes lifted further, and she found Hector’s.

Like that’s even her fault. She is smarter and stronger than most Alphas I’ve met, she’s patient and caring and wants everyone to be the best version of themselves. She’s helping a victim of abuse deal with trauma, she’s helping two rejected animais find love with each other and she’s even giving me a second chance while fending off one of my exes, and she’s doing all of this while fighting and defending herself and her pack from an unknown threat. I said it before and I’ll say it again, Amelia’s not an Alpha she’s a fucking queen. My queen and tonight – If she’ll let me – I’m going to worship her body like the queen she is.

Travis gives out the information about Charles's outpost to save his own life. Amelia: Owner of a book shop in the town where the Rosario castle was built just outside of. Amelia is a witch with a familiar that is a crow (she only calls him crow) who helps her without complaint. She made a deal with Sylar his pair of fangs for Silas's revival. Amelia can turn her familiar into a human when she needs him to do simple tasks like hold jaws open. She also has a disappearing spell, teleportation spell, and often things in her book shop will start moving on their own. Amelia is a powerful witch to only be in her early twenties. Amelia's hair was described as curly brown that ran down to her lower

"I understand. And I didn't try to run away." "You better," Heather said and walked off. "Phew! She can be a little intense at times. And a little scary too," Amelia said, watching her retreating back. "Yeah. Amelia, thanks for saving me." I turned to her with grateful eyes. She shrugged. "No big deal, bestie." Amelia seemed like a cheerful woman, always happy. She had short brunette hair with hypnotizing blue eyes, so captivating and gorgeous. She was a lot taller than Heather and I. I think she was the tallest woman I'd met here.

Let alone the high school, the college or the university. Amelia is nothing compared to the other girls who were much more clever than her. She was the simple one, therefore, it was too easy to trap Christian again. Of course, she knew about the Spanish chalet and that he was with her rival. And yet Kristopher had lied to her saying that Christian was in Alaska. People like Christian, Kristopher, Hope and Amelia may think that she is a fool but she was the evil queen, after all. The baddest boss bitch of all.

“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.

How could she have known? As I tried to regain my composure, she continued, "But that's not why I called you out here." Her words piqued my curiosity, diverting my attention from the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind. She extended her hand towards. "Let me introduce myself properly. I'm Amelia, the first and eldest daughter-in-law of the family. I'm married to Logan's eldest brother, Scott." Her voice carried a sense of pride and authority, making it clear that she held a respected position within the family.

"Besides I am already fine. And about Alec and Ethan, they are fine." Amelia knew in her heart that her once friendly and incredibly fearless friend was not fine. She hid herself away in dresses that swept the floor and a house that was tucked farthest away from the road to ensure she didn't have any run-ins with other. "You are not fine. You know that, Amelia. Please, if not for me then do it for you babies, just fucking leave this job." "All—" "Goodmorning mommy." The brief moment of seriousness was shattered by a young child running and screaming in sheer delight. Alex moved like an octopus on an acid trip, his messy crown of black hair, flopped over his eyes.