Amelia Shepherd Novels & Stories

“She’s fishing. That’s all.” “She doesn’t need to see everything,” I muttered. “All it takes is one slip, one half-truth, and she’ll twist it into something we can’t undo.” Amelia leaned back, her hands cradling her stomach. “You’re overthinking it.” “Am I?” I turned to face her. “Did you hear her? She was practically daring us to admit something.” “She always talks like that,” Amelia said. “Like she’s three steps ahead of everyone else. But she’s not. It’s just an act.”

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.

“Obviously something he does not see in you, since we are here.” Amelia is furious. Her face turns bright red and she starts to half turn. She brings out a knife and I gasp. Slowly she starts circling round me like she is hunting a prey. She then screams loudly at me , it looks as if she is a bit unhinged almost like a rapid dog . “I am meant for him! He is mine! This is a decision made in blood vows by our parents, it can’t be undone! If I cannot have him, by the Goddess, no one else will!”

Alpha Torin inquired, eyeing Amelia like she was nonexistent. “Her name is Amelia, she’s human and she used to know who Freya here is. Said she is a hunter who was sent here as a spy, to seduce you Alpha into lowering your defenses. She was sent by the hunters, my Alpha.” Luna Athena declared impeccably. Freya couldn’t believe her ears, her gaze shifted from Athena to Amelia, and she caught that triumph look sparking in her gaze. What had she done to deserve this from who was her childhood best friend?

She asked. "I know the pimp's name, but I do not know where her mother is," I said and looked at Chelsea. There were tears of sorrow in her eyes. My words had made her relive her past. "Come here," Lady Amelia said. For someone petite, Lady Amelia knew how to command people about. Although a delta breed, she gave off an alpha presence. Always in charge and in control. The only thing she didn't have was the command. I wouldn't want to be on her wrong side.

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!

I said clinging onto her hand. Skye's smile widens and wrapped her arms around my waist. "Damn my friend she's definitely a keeper." A tall woman in a green outfit, with a British accent, said. "Amelia, let me introduce you to my sweet. My sweet this is Amelia Xena Callahan, and Amelia this is Adeline Adia Davis." Amelia is wearing a green sexy sling V-neck high waist bag hip dress, complemented with a gold necklace and a mint green color stiletto.

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.”

I asked her, feeling concerned because I didn't want anything happening to her when she went to her mother's. Amelia nodded her head, "yes, I'll be fine. I guess it's time..." she cleared her throat, "I guess it's time that I finally try to mend our relationship. She's not a bad person, she just made a lot of bad decisions," Amelia tucked her yellow hair behind her ears. She was so young, looking at her now I realise that she’s a child- literally. Amelia is only 16 years old and it breaks my heart to know that she had witnessed what had happened last night.