Amelia Zadro Novels & Stories

' Elex, can't win against Zed, even though they are both mana swordsmen, they are not on the same level, there's a reason why they call him the sword master because he surpassed the Elite rank at the age of twenty, ' Amaria thought. “ I heard he's stronger than the Alpha King Theon himself ”Teresa whispered, “ no they are on the same level, the only thing special about him is the fact that he is the youngest Werewolf to ever surpass Elite rank” Amaria replied. “ Do one thing for me, figure out a way we can get into the palace without being noticed ” Amaria whispered, Teresa, nodded and asked, “ what are you going to do about Sir Zed ?” “ don't worry I have a plan, now go ” Amaria whispered b

"How deep is Amelia in all of this?" "She's in it up to her neck. She was the connection between Serge and the Kramers. Capital, connections, other deals—they've been tied to the company ever since she came into the picture," Lucius explained. "Amelia is more than just an evil stepmother. She's ruthless. She'll do anything for money." I crossed my arms, overwhelmed by the flood of information Lucius had just dumped on me. I felt completely and utterly lost.

"Four months, Amelia. And we're just hearing about it now." Amelia took another drink, seemingly unfazed. "So what? She's probably just scraping by. That's the fate of ex-cons." "That's what I thought," I countered, stopping in front of her. "Until I saw this picture." "What picture?" I pulled up the haunting image on my phone-Adrian with Darcy Rodrigo and a little girl who looked oddly familiar. "This one. She works for this billionaire or so I thought." Amelia squinted at the screen, her indifference shifting to sharper awareness. "That's... Darcy Rodrigo. I've seen him in the society news."

“Tell me at once!” “Did he sleep with you?” Zaila asked in a very low voice, out of fear mixed with embarrassment. She continued to comb her hair. Mortified and scarlet till her ears, Amelia bit her lip. She didn’t look into Zaila’s eyes after that and Zaila braided her thick golden in a loose pleat that swung over her shoulders and then to the front over her chest. She wreathed in a few exquisite pink pearls in them. If Amelia was just a commoner a few days back, she was Xikoth’s queen and Queen of Xomor, the kingdom of hell. She looked mesmerizing.

Amira said “I’ll do as you say” Anna said “Tell me a little about yourself Anna” Amira asked “Queen Tara bought me from the Vartell village (Amir’s kingdom) Anna was from Edinburgh but was captured by the vartell warriors during a war between Edinburgh and Vartell villages. “My master sold me to the queen and since then I’ve been in Odeon. I’m glad she bought me and I’m happy here” Anna said On hearing Vartell kingdom Amira stiffened and appearedpalce on her face.

I stammer, darting my eyes back to Zander to see if he noticed my new interaction. “Ohh... I’m sorry, where are my manners? I’m Amber,” she smiles and pulls me in for a tight hug, half choking me. “I was furious when he came home with that girl Grace. That’s one of my rules: never get too involved with someone, especially if you know you have a mate out there. It only leads to heartbreak.” Amber starts rambling as she lets me go. “Jeez, Amber, don’t bombard her. She’s only been here for a day.” Daniel sighs, standing next to me, pouring himself his drink.

Elijah said, turning his gaze back to Zachary. “Yes, but some of them were killed in 1976. She had a friend and I think you could contact her.” Zachary revealed. Elijah breathed heavily. “What's her name?” Darius cuts in sharply. “Amelia Rodney,” Zachary informed them. “Would you guys sleepover? I made soup.” “Don't worry. We will be on our way.” “Back to Arcadia Falls.” Zachary foreshadowed. “Yes.” Elijah smiled as they stood on their feet and waddled toward the door. As they were about to leave, Darius pulled Zachary to himself, he glared at him.

The YouTuber's expression froze in an instant, and when she looked at Amelia again, she was completely taken aback! But Master Leandro didn't know Amelia's identity yet. The YouTuber helped him by saying, "This lady is a well-known travel YouTuber in Arlington, with a kind heart and a powerful voice."

Amelia just stabbed him. “Go.” “No. Not until you get help.” “Go. Just fucking go!” He pushed me by my arm. “Ryden!” Zarah arrived. “Oh, Goddess! What have you done?” “That’s not me. It’s Amelia. She’s influenced by a drug called Imperium. Don’t let him die, Zarah!” I ran outside and followed Amelia’s scent. “Ren, Nora, come with me!” Amelia was heading towards the beach. “Amelia, stop!”

I stepped through the side door, my flashlight catching a scatter of oil drums and old rigging ropes. And there she was. Amelia. Sitting cross-legged on an upturned crate, phone in hand, purse slung at her feet. Her hair was pulled back too tight, a neat braid like she thought being tidy would save her. “Adrian,” she called, voice echoing. “Brave of you to come yourself.” I stepped closer, careful not to show the disgust crawling under my ribs. “Brave of you to think you’re worth the effort.” She laughed — short, sharp, like glass shattering. “You know, I didn’t want this. I really didn’t. But you made it so easy. Always so busy protecting your perfect Eliana, your precious legacy.”