Amelia Watson Novels & Stories

She could hardly do much because she felt sick all the time so Roman became her personal caretaker. “can I get a glass of water?’ Camila asked, looking up at Roman from her laying down position. He looked up at her from his computer and sighed. He was prepared already. He just poured some water from a jug on the side table and handed it to her. Camila drank the water, scrunched up her face but made no comment.

--- Zaila was so awe-inspired by Amelia that she said, “My Queen, that was the amazing thing I have seen in this palace. The way you hit Nyka—it was commendable. That woman has grown roots in this palace and should be yanked out. It’s high time.” Amelia smiled. She intended to cull Nyka. “Give me a nice bath. I am going to choose my dress today.” “Yes my Queen,” said Zaila and called in other handmaidens hurriedly. Amelia took a long, lazy bath and then wore a pale pink silk gown that pooled near her ankles and was once again cut till upper thigh. It was overlaid with shimmery white gossamer. It’s tight sleeves tapered to the back of her hands. A gold chain from each sleeve looped around her

She decides it's a good idea, she finishes the water and grabs more then goes into her room to undress to join her Dad in the sauna. She grabs a towel and wraps it around her nubile body. Amelia is a college freshman at the nearby university, fortunately, she had excellent grades through high school and received a full scholarship. She is 19 and very fit having been a swimmer for the school and every chance she had growing up. She has straight Black hair to her shoulders, a smooth caramel skin tone with deep brown eyes thanks to her Latina mother.

Amelia said, coming forward, her hips swaying seductively. It was usual for the females in his kingdom to try getting his attention, only that he wasn't interested in them. He just wanted that long lost treasure, but at the moment he seemed to have fallen for the young damsel who came in with Amelia. King Azalea's gaze fell on the beautiful young brown haired lady, as she followed Amelia towards him. Alicia's hands were clenched together and her arms were filled with goosebumps. She was nervous. "This is Alicia Smith. She ran away from her pack." Amelia said.

Alpha Alex laughed. He backed away a little but came back immediately. "Sandra, you do not need to come at her that way. She's someone very important" Sandra didn't back away, "If she is so important then who is she?" Amelia was shaking in her boots. The woman before was beautiful and not just that, she was the daughter of a beta wolf. She was miles off her league. Amelia felt herself looking down at her feet and her dress, she was becoming more self aware.

Emma whispered across grinded teeth as she receive Alex hands. “You're so beautiful Emmaline.”Alex complimented sweetly. She smiled in appreciation. “I'm glad you loved it. You're not looking bad yourself.”that's absolutely correct. Behind those sweet handsome, innocent looking face hides the most dangerous Man. “I'm glad you like it too.”he replied helping her down the stairs. “Shall we?” ***

She should be able to show me newspaper articles that are not available to the public. I see Amelia at the front desk and head over. She looks great for sixty-eight. Amelia’s skin is flawless, and her hair is still an auburn colour, people accuse her of dyeing it all time. I know her secret is a white quartz crystal around her neck. My grandmother blessed it for her many years ago as a gift. “Hello” I say. “What can I do for you” Amelia said not looking up from whatever she is reading. “I am here to see an old friend” I laugh.

The whole room is decorated cream and gold. Amelia closed the door behind me and I was too busy in looking around the room. " Who are you? And how do you know me?" " You are Albert Maverick daughter right?" she ask me. " Yeah, but how do you know it?" " Aisling, did you forgot about me. We were in the same class in school." she said and I tried to run my brain cells as fast as I could to remember her. Finally, I remembered her she was in same class as me Amelia Dawn a highly skilled omega. She wasn't so talkative back then and always kept her mind in studies. She was a brilliant student .

Juliet says, not waiting fo hear whatever Madison had to say, she walks out. "I don't know who she is trying to impress. That's how she acts. I don't really like her. She is the adopted child of my uncle." Alexandra suddenly says without being asked. Meanwhile, Madison turns to him fully. It was obvious she was trying to comprehend what Alexandra had just said. Alexandra watches Madison's silently, till she was out of the kitchen. "Idiots, you people haven't seen anything" She mutters. Before picking up her earphone. She takes a glass of water, feeling refreshed she walks out of the kitchen.

Amelia’s signature perfume the dense trace of amber and vanilla. Amelia stood on the threshold, her identical face flushed a deep, unnatural crimson from the biting wind, her shoulders trembling beneath the fabric of Ava's stolen white cashmere cardigan. The fragile, heartbroken victim persona that she had spent weeks meticulously performing for Michael was completely dead. Her dark eyes were wide, bloodshot, and glittering with a raw, volatile envy that she could no longer contain behind her engineered smiles. Her fingers were clutched tightly around the strap of her leather handbag, her knuckles turning a stark, bloodless white as she glared into the dim interior of the concrete room.