Amelia Watson Hololive Novels & Stories

The crowd was left in awe; Axel Farley, a man who seldom showed affection for any woman, was gazing at her with such adoration. Axel turned to me and said, “Are you ready, Amelia? From today on, you’re in for a different beginning.” I nodded, “Don’t worry, Axel. The love-struck Amelia is dead; what’s alive now is the vengeful Amelia.” Just then, a shocked voice rang out: “Amelia? What are you doing here?” I looked up to see Damian and Vivian. Vivian was wearing a stunning bespoke evening gown that sparkled under the lights. But her smile seemed a bit forced as she said, “You—”

He was blessed with wealth that was acknowledge in and out of the kingdom and now the joining of his family with the royal family. The merry mansion seemed to be very busy at moment. Her siblings, her extended family, her maids, her bultler, absolutely everyone was busy, this was another opportunity for her to escape but she had this hint that the person who caught her last time would be keeping an eye on her. Alexa had a long silky brown hair she was 5 feet 5 inches with about 40c breast size she could be said to be quite busty. Alexa had a nice bright skin.

The lines are precise, sharp, and dripping with raw talent. I lean closer, my nose twitching as I inhale her scent. She smells of vanilla, fresh ice, and the lingering, dominant trace of Kaelen Blackthorne. It makes my wolf growl deep in my chest. I want to wash his scent off her skin. I want to paint her in my own. "She is a designer for the Ironvale hockey leagues, isn't she?" Amelia's voice whispers from the door, startling me. She is staring at the drawing with wide, envious eyes. "She told me she designs the armor for the All-Stars."

She walked over and suddenly leaned against her aunt’s legs. Elsa sat on the bed, watching her lie there, Amelia’s back trembling as though she were crying, which made her anxious. “Amelia, don’t cry. Let’s talk about it properly. We’ll solve it together. Stop crying.” Amelia wiped her tears and stood up. The first thing she did was apologize. “I’m sorry, Aunt.” Aunt Elsa was confused. “What for? Why are you apologizing?” Amelia, choking up, said, “The man who came in just now is Blake Hale, a world-renowned genius doctor who specializes in cancer. I heard from the dean that only he can cure your illness, so I went to find him.”

I grip my purse, getting only more nervous around him. “Don’t worry about him,” A sweet voice raised by my side. A girl bends down to comfort me with a bright smile, “Director Deep is always like that. He cares only about the work, nothing else. But know that he has nothing against you. I’m Amilia Watson, nice to meet you.” But staring at the face in front of me, I can’t even force out a smile -- it’s Ava’s face.

I watched her carefully as she wheezed and opened her eyes slowly, blinking over and over again. Joy was an understatement for seeing those beautiful amber eyes, ‘Amelia.’ Her eyes shifted over to me and she whimpered, ‘No… p-please… no m-more…’ I frowned, ‘Amelia, it’s me—‘ ’No!’ She yelped as I touched her cheek, squirming and wriggling and crying as the wolfsbane-tainted chains burned her skin more. Grabbing hold of her and forcing her still, I hushed her, ‘It’s me! Shhh… shhh…’

she added. "No one can revive another, ma'am," I rolled my eyes and turned back to Amelia. Amelia's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she leaned in, eager to hear about my adventures beyond the werewolf realm. I wished we could’ve gone there together. It would have been so much fun, but the day after I left, Amelia got an offer she couldn’t refuse in the werewolf modeling industry. I was so happy for her. She’s like a big deal here. Already popular as the Alpha’s only daughter, she went above and beyond, becoming a celebrity among all the werewolf packs with her modeling. She totally deserves it for all she’s endured to get there, including those awful diets she forced on herself.

"Give me the phone. I want to see what that woman's livestream looks like." "This..." The assistant hesitated for a moment. Amelia: "Why do you hesitate? Give it to me!" The assistant, feeling a bit anxious, quickly handed over the phone. On the screen, Leah appeared with her slightly seductive makeup, a lazy smile on her face, almost like a lively little temptress. "This b*tch!" Amelia bit her lip, somewhat displeased as she glanced at Leah's data. "Fifty million..." Amelia widened her eyes. "Why does her live-stream donation amount so much?!"

she hissed, this time amelia stood up from the chair she was sitting down on and fired back at her "i have never meddled in your personal matters with jack, neither have i ever insulted him in your presence or behind your back even when jack has been my friend and haf tried to rape me" jack quickly turned to me and i gave him an assuring look and he relaxed immediately as we turned our attention back to amelia who continued after a brief pause "i will not take this from you, you have stayed with me and im grateful i think you can go now" she said slowly but angry "girl im only standing up for you, your mate is changing negatively and itll affect you if you shut up" she shouted frustrated