Amelia Williams Mga Nobela at Kwento

Amelia sat at the defense table in her bright orange prison jumpsuit. Silver handcuffs rested around her wrists. Her face was pale and exhausted after spending another terrible night inside Wentworth. She looked small. Broken. Nothing like the powerful woman she used to be. Beside her sat Aurelia Jones elegant, confident, and dangerously calm. She opened her folder neatly and leaned closer to Amelia. “Listen to me carefully,” Aurelia whispered. “Do not panic no matter what happens today. Stay quiet and let me handle everything.”

she said absentmindedly as she continued to arranged the bones. “Whoose is it?” I could not stop myself from asking even though I had decided that I wanted nothing to do with whatever this is. “You're already in it. There's no escape now.” A voice within me said. I ignored it even though I knew how right it is. “Whoose is it?” I asked again as Amelia placed a crossbow on the skeleton. “The first first order witch there ever was. The one who cannot be killed unless she gives herself willingly to death. My namesake, Amelia Torres,” Amelia replied solemnly as she placed an open black book on Amelia Torres’ chest. The book was placed above the crossbow.

Renea peak through the door crack and saw a woman sitting on the sofa like a queen. The woman was familiar to her. It was Amelia Primo, an infamous leading actress in the entertainment industry. The information related to her indicated terrible temper, diva behavior, and mistreatment of staff.

Allen, Williams and many others from the organization has been arrested. Alpha's who were in support with Adrian too had sent a Peaceful petition to Emma promising they won't dare to invade her territory. Ryan trained Armies are now recruited with her's now. “You can't be telling me thank you.. It's not allowed.”She replied patting Emma lovely. “I still have to. Anyways where are you headed, i really won't mind riding with you.” “we're going to the hospital.. Mum said she has great news. I can't be missing when there's good news.’

Amelia shook the glass in her hand, rotating the champagne on it. She smirked and took both the bottle and glass to the restroom. She emptied them and washed them vigorously. She then dumped them in the trash can in her room. Amelia sighed and walked to her wardrobe. Instead of bringing out a dress, she brought two large plastic bags, which would be used in wrapping their bodies up. She walked to the bed and dropped the plastic bags, she left the room and went to call her maid. Her maid was her accomplice.

The woman doesnot want thechild in her womb to lose a father figure. "Is it true that you are William's wife?" Refra sat across from Amelia and smiled faintly. Amelia gasped in surprise. "Wh-who are you?" she asked trembling with fear. "Don't worry, I'm Elsa's friend, the woman who helped you." "A-are you also the one who helped me from being caught by the thugs?" Amelia asked to make sure "Yes you could say so." Refra smiled a little awkwardly. Amelia tried to smile. "Th-thank you very much, sir. I don't know what would have happened if you didn't help."

Amelia chuckled and pressed the number for her floor. ‘He’s so cute.’ She thought to herself and rubbed her arms, she could still feel his muscular arms wrapped around her. Amelia Scott was a famous celebrity in Country B. She had released a lot of famous songs since her debut years ago. It could be said that she was successful in her career. At 28, she was worth a few million dollars but she didn’t do well in the relationship department.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

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.

I turned around, facing the old woman whose name I didn't recognize. “Amelia,” she said, “Follow me… I am William’s younger sister. Amelia Colin Clinton.” She walked toward another room, and I followed her. Leaving Amon’s mother and Gilbert still in the smoky room. The sofa was carried out by two servants. A new sofa had been brought into the room. The room was still foggy, but they remained in place and did not move away from it. I kept walking until I entered a room. “How much money do you need to back down from the position you don't deserve?”