Amelia Shepherd Novels & Stories

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.

SYNOPSIS FOR REFERENCES Amelia Harper: An eighteen-year-old, a victim of sexual assault, and a slave. The two things she lives for are to serve the master and to serve his sister, otherwise, she is useless. She is an omega which also adds to her feeling of worthlessness, she doesn't remember anything outside of her service to her master and mistress as she was brought to them when she was just a few years old, and her initial years were spent in hiding with the person she believes is her mother, who actually isn't, that was before she was sold out to the alpha.

She was the same girl she met in Xander's company the first day when she brought Alexander back. "Rhea. My assistant." Amelia nodded her head motioning the girl to sit beside Xander which she did. Amelia for some reasons didn't like the girl. She seems younger than Amelia yet obviously attracted towards Xander whose eyes were stuck on Amelia. Can't this snow man see what kind of eyes his assistant has on him? She scoffed again mentally before placing the file on the table which Rhea took professionally. Amelia has to admit the girl was good in her work. Maybe that's the reason Xander was still tolerating her. Because of the glances and lip biting, she had done in those 30 minutes anyone can

She was tall, with soft, dyed blonde waves cascading past her shoulders, wide grey eyes, and a shy, dimpled smile. She wore a pale lavender sundress and white sneakers, clutching a small tablet to her chest. "Hi," she said softly. "I'm Amelia. The baby of the family." She gave Harper a small wave. "It's really nice to meet you, Harper. I've... heard a lot about you." Harper managed a nod, still reeling. Amelia's smile was genuine and a little nervous. She looked like she might apologize for existing if someone asked her to.

"Dylan wasn't happy about your disappearance but we scaled through. We are happy now and I hope we would be able to do everything we can to make you happy too." She kissed her hair before murmuring. "Sleep well." Amelia left the room and headed to hers while Jenner opened her eyes as her tears dropped. She was surprised at how Amelia had changed so much. She didn't look like the same Amelia she left behind. The girl was shiny and dressed classic now. Before Amelia was no different from a maid, a suffering malnutritious maid. Now she looked like a fucking rich goddess. Just the shoe she had on screamed money, her bag and hair do. She was a totally different person now. Her gown was one of the

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.

he inquired, his voice full of hope. Amelia’s face eased as a small smile formed at the corner of her mouth. “I’ll just say I have my motivations,” she uttered, vaguely, letting her eyes tell a tale of uncertainty. For a moment more, Robert watched her silently, his mind once again overloaded with doubts. "If I am going to do all this, I’d appreciate the truth," he said, his voice resolute. Amelia sighed and continued, her gaze determining as she was ready to finally tell him the truth about her identity. "Very well," she sighed taking a deep breath. “Hi, I’m Amelia O’Neil , and I’m Stephan’s fiancée.”

When she saw Daciana’s appearance and reaction, she was able to deduce that she was either Damon’s fiancée or his wife. Amelia attempted to study her dress and she couldn’t help but be a bit surprised. Her alluring and tight-fitting dress would definitely make a man want to approach her. She wore a red, tight-fitting, armless gown, which exposed her smooth, white, and slender legs. Her cleavage was exposed, almost giving a view of her voluptuous jugs of hers. A pair of black shoes to match up. She also wore stockings and she looked so hot. Her blond and curly hair added to her beauty finished with her blue eyes. She looked perfect. Amelia was still dazed about the dress and she had some susp

Her mother looked curious. "Prince Adrian is the most level-headed gentleman I have ever met. For a shifter, he is polite and courteous and absolutely charming." ‘Charming. Blegh!’ Amelia thought with a scoff. "You have met him, mom?" Amelia asked curiously. Her mom had known him. So why hadn't she? Did she always spend everytime in the book stands and only with her friends? She spent most of her time with Cilia and Blaine. There was no one else...

She needed that today--one of the reasons she'd spent all morning baking. "You can ride my dragon," Amelia offered. She was fourteen, her body already developing into that of a woman's. Her hair was thick and often tousled from her continual roughhousing with her brother. She had beautiful eyes and a killer smile. Elina adored her and the way she loved her sisters and brother.