Amelia Shepherd Novels & Stories

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.

she replied, cutting off the mind link with a sharp, decisive thought. The idea took root in her mind, growing and festering like a poison. Amelia had always been cunning, always able to manipulate situations to her advantage. She knew how to play the part of the devoted follower, the loyal companion. But beneath that exterior, she was ruthless, willing to do whatever it took to achieve her goals.

"Now, calm down and finish your soup here." Finish what now? Amelia could only gaze at Hector in a mixture of hurt and disappointment. She never would've thought that such a disgraceful truth was the reason behind his objection to Stephanie and Adrian's relationship. That was when she recalled her dead mother. Maybe her mom never knew about Hector's betrayal until the moment she drew her last breath. "Do you seriously think I can't dig up the identity of the woman in the photo?" Amelia tapped on the woman in the photo. "This is Tyler Grover's mother, Martha Alston!"

“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

She quickly rushed inside to grab somethings she had with her, especially her mothers necklace. "Let's go!!" She said firmly, holding herself together and being strong. The officers nodded and started to walk down. Felix stayed behind the group, closer to Amelthia. He was so close that he could smell the strawberry shampoo she used to wash her hair. Felix was 6ft. But Amelthia was short 5ft 6inches. He towered amelthia.

If she wanted me, the person beside her would be me, not Tom. I don’t know what relationship they share together, but whatever it is, it allows Amy to be open, free, and careless. She didn’t have the fear of being caught nor was she caged by any rules. Not a single worry about her reputation at all. (Don’t make her another disgrace of the Shepherd Family.) Lila’s words echoed in my mind. With that, my phone rang showing a Shepherd’s name flashing on my screen. RING ... RING With a frown, I accepted the call.