Amelia Watson Novels & Stories

I haven’t turned but I’m weaker. “ Do you know who this belongs to?” “ Yes sir, her name is Amelia Ambers. She was an angel healer for an Alpha in Italy but he’s pack was overthrown and only a few survived and said she was kidnapped by the Alpha who killed most of their pack. They never saw it coming nor ever heard of the Alpha before so they couldn’t give me a name.” “ Is she still alive? If so, can you track her down?” “ We tried sir. The last place she was seen was in South America with a woman named Ava Carmichael. She's a packless werewolf but she's not a rogue; she owns a bakery in Peru.”

As he was at that moment, even if she says anything, he wasn't going to hear her, his mind is muddled up with alcohol. Amelia went through the last ritual that night and by morning, she came out with a glowing beautiful skin. Every scar she got from her previous pack, all faded away and she emerged a different woman than she used to be. When Luna Sara saw Amelia, she was proud of the woman she'd become. Now her son is getting married and she is expecting a grandson soon. And to think it's going to be the most powerful werewolf in the history of their existence meant a lot. Zee's ability and the white wolf power that Amelia carries. She smiled and caressed Amelia's hair “You're a pretty woman

But that ship just crashed the moment I bump into the hostess herself. "Look who it is! The birthday girl!" Alice sings in my ears as she approaches me, her complete set of white pearls on display that glows brightly and complements the aqua marine dress she has on. Giving out the imagery of a mermaid breast cut that's vaguely connected to the lower mini skirt with just a thin line of fabric that stretches from the middle of her breasts and spine to her waist. Her platinum hair is held up in a ponytail above her head and the twinkle of her eyes that suddenly look grey under the colorful lights blends perfectly with her makeup. She looks beautiful as always, much too revealing but perfect in

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

I watched Amelia as the elders spoke, studying every subtle shift in her expression, each tightening of her jaw, each momentary furrow of her brow. My mate had always been skilled at maintaining a mask of composure, but I’d learned to read the emotions she tried to hide. Right now, beneath her careful control, she was processing something monumental. The revelations about her birth, about Amala Luna Velasco, had clearly shaken her, but there was more. Something she needed to know but couldn’t quite bring herself to ask.

- I reached a final decision after pondering on it for a while. "Okay. I'll send you the details, I'm leaving now" - she turned to the meek girl with the huge framed glasses. "She's in your hands now" - she smiled before heading out the door. Without Rachel around, my attention turned to the young lady, "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Selene Woods and you?" - I initated a formal introduction between us both. "Bennett Gale, I'm an intern at the agency and I'm also a big fan of your movies, ma'am" - she spoke excitedly with a big grin on her face.

“You must be tired. You should rest now. The maid will escort you to your room.” Amelia nodded and stood. “Good night, Mom.” She kissed Seraphina on the cheek before walking away. The maid followed, carrying the gadgets they had gotten for her. Amelia glanced back. Damien’s back was to her, still on the phone. That strange connection still lingered. She sighed. Maybe it was just her wolf reacting because he was handsome. But even if she hated to admit it… Aiden was still finer than him. She shook the thought away. Why was she even comparing them?

Perhaps they had to forget about fighting and just enjoy each other while they could. Derek and Myles were already downstairs when they went down, as were Julie and Samantha. She was glad they hadn't been there to get caught in the middle of all that shit. "Morning, Ava," Samantha said, with her eyes down. Like Emily had done. She still didn't understand why they were doing this when her wolf was still hiding. She was still technically human. She waited for the Omega to greet Zeke as she usually did, but Samantha just carried on with her breakfast preparations. Julie walked in from the dining room and also lowered her gaze.

While Amelia was crying she had overheard some conversation going on and she smiled wickedly. The next morning she waited for news to report a missing person or anyone on the internet to post about it. When it was getting to noon and still no news about Victoria. she smiled got dressed and called some media friendds. Amelia stood before the cameras dressed in white. Not the kind of white that screamed innocence but the kind that suggested mourning. With soft makeup plastered on her face she insisted on not wearing jewelry. Her hair pulled back neatly, exposing her face to the world like she had nothing to hide.

“No need to worry about that. Accidents like this happen. I see that you are new here. I'm. Cassandra Bullock by the way but you can call me Cass.” Amelia was surprised at the temperament of the person and looked closer at her to observe her. The lady was exquisitely stunning and beautiful. She looked like the kind of woman who could be termed a seductress because of her passionate-looking face. Amelia was naturally surprised that she had a good temperament and naturally had good thoughts towards the person. “I'm so sorry about that. I'm Amelia Stone..” “Oh, you are here. Oh my! You look very different than you did on the news. You were absolutely fantastic. I would love to learn such busine