Novel & Cerita Amelia Williams

She couldn’t afford to panic. “Do you want mine?” Cilia asked when she saw Amelia looking at the dress. That was how great of a friend Cilia was, and Amelia would die before anyone touched Cilia ever again. She would soon find that massive red wolf and she would send him to his death. Amelia nodded no. She looked inside the massive closet and grabbed a deep red blood dress. It looked like fire and she felt like fire today. She picked it out and Cilia curiously looked at Amelia.

“Miss Smith, I thought you were not interested in my offer?” Amelia malicious voice echoed out of her phone. She chuckled devilishly with a sly noise in her voice. Amelia once had contacted Khloe in other for them to join forces, yet she disagreed and fought against her. Now the time had come, nothing was going to stop her and she would at last use her strength to pull Alexa down. First her trophy was stolen and then most of all her business deal with modeling agency were cancelled all for the reason that they were more fascinated with Alexa's appearance and wanted her instead Amelia.

Camila I stared at the mirror unsure if the person I was looking at was me. My long black was braided a tone side and left to rest on the other side of my shoulder, my brown eyes were bright yet had a sad gleam to them. I wore a long handless black gown that had a long slit, up to my knee. I applied some lipstick and paired my outfit with a silver pair of high heels.

Amelia Amelia did not want to be here. If she had a choice, she’d be anywhere but Blake Andrews's house right now. Unfortunately, not participating in the project wasn’t an option. It would tank her grade, and that was the last thing she wanted. She had always been a straight-A student, and she had every intention of keeping it that way, even if it meant spending hours in the same space as Blake, Catherine, and whatever unnecessary drama they decided to bring.

Ezecarl smiled, proud like a father, as he tapped her head. She was nicknamed A because she never failed. Every experiment made on her was successful. A, because of her name Ameira. A is also significant since she is the most influential. For a child, the very first letter is always in the lead. P R E S E N T T I M E "So did you come back here just to let me know about it or is there some other reason?" Ameira came back to reality when the old man spoke. The old man really knew her but the director only knew a part of her personality.

As I get closer, I hear one voice shush Amelie. I walk in and see Jessica and Amelie standing there with Jessica holding her arm. Amelie has tears in her eyes running down her cheeks, and she runs to me and jumps back in my arms. Amelie hasn’t done that since she was a younger little girl. Looking to Jessica with a question mark on my face, she shrugs her shoulders. “Amelie, why don’t you go down and sit with Grammy, Grampy and Kate?” I suggest. She wipes her face nodding okay but still has a frown on her face. “I think they have those little cakes you like,” I tease her. She loves the little cakes and quickly scoots down to touch the floor. As she bounces off forgetting her troubles

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Whatever she was thinking about must have been really serious for her to have shut her mind from the world. "Hey" I said. She didn't look up or anything,she still kept her head down.I reached to touch her and by reflex,she slapped my hand away. She got up so fast I couldn't even say Jack. And then she took a step back. I raised my hand and lowered my voice while talking to her. "Hey,hey, hey. I am not gonna hurt you. My name is Amelia,I mean Rebecca and I'm one of your neighbors. I just saw you sitting here,all lost in your thoughts, and I thought it wise to come check if everything was alright."

Amelia was Isabella's cousin, and they were constantly at odds with each other, unlike her and Alexander who just engaged in occasional banter. Amelia was superior to Isabella in every aspect except for her appearance. She had excellent grades, was well-behaved, and never caused any trouble. She had even started her own company. On the other hand, Isabella had a bad temper and frequently caused trouble at school. Now, at twenty-two years old, she hadn't earned a single penny and lived carefree, relying on the family's credit cards. When their eyes met, neither of them spoke and they walked into the living room.

Everything looked perfect, prepared for the celebration Adrian had promised to make time for. Amelia stepped out of the kitchen carrying the last dish, a tray of glazed chicken wings, and placed it gently on the table. She smoothed her dress, an elegant navy-blue gown that hugged her figure yet looked effortlessly graceful, her hair curled neatly around her shoulders, makeup soft but glowing. She had dressed for the evening, determined to make it special, even if the hours had stretched longer than expected.