Amelia Zadro Novels & Stories

she began very smoothly, “I trust you have some good news for me; I find I have rather had my fill of bad. Kneeling in front of her, he rested his head on her belly close to her womb as if praying for her forgiveness. Mara and Dex did the same, and he saw that despite their compliance, they looked pretty uncomfortable. “My lady,” Lucas started, and despite the churning feeling inside him, his voice was level. “We have located her." Ema stepped closer, and she seemed to be genuinely interested in everything He was saying. “Go on. ” “Amelia is in Seattle,” Lucas said. “Currently, the lady in question works as an employee for Bookmark Haven, a bookstore." Ema let out a faint, satisfied giggle a

Amelia rose, gracefully. “I only want what’s fair,” she said. “I stood by Zane through the company’s most crucial years of expansion. I supported him, accompanied him, represented him socially to strengthen Romano’s image as a stable, forward-thinking entity. And I will not accept a trust fund like some child’s consolation prize.” Zane laughed quietly. That smile appeared—sharp, knowing, almost cruel. “That trust fund is worth millions,” he said. “And only half the value of the shares I deserve,” Amelia shot back.

Amelia said glaring at Robert. "Amelia!!! Why are you badmouthing me in front of my mate?" Robert asked. "I am not badmouthing you, I am only stating the obvious, just like you clearly stated that I am not the owner of the house,” Amelia said in a singsong voice. Then she turned to Alicia and said, "would you like to help out in the kitchen? that way you would meet Shirley, Zane's mate,”

I sustain the family with the little money I make there and my part-time employment. My name is Amelia Stone, and I am twenty-one years old and a high school dropout, as you are well aware. I have fiery red hair that never stretches and constantly curls, although it's lengthy, and my face is covered with light freckles. If you look attentively, you'll never notice it. I sat down on my couch after looking for appropriate attire. Then, I settled down on my bed and started eating. I was gulping down my orange juice when the door burst open.

His lose jeans and thin jacket raise my eyebrows, not ideal for this towns weather, "Your not from here?" His blue eyes seem to sparkle, "No I just moved from LA. Didn't realise it would be this cold." "Right, well welcome," I say, turning away. Keen to get back to the pack. Back to Will. "I didn't catch your name," he says after me, grabbing my elbow. I turn to look at him, raises my eyebrows at his hand. He lets me go immediately, offering me a soft smile . "I'm Bec." He sticks the same hand out, "Nice to meet you. I'm Hayden."

Yellow fat duck. I lie back on the bed while she wiggles out of her tight dress. My heavy eyelids slide down as I recall those soft hazel, enchanting eyes. How his eyes tickled my soul like a spring breeze, yet hit me like a wild wave rushing from the ocean. "Do you like it?" Alex’s voice brings me back from my thoughts. I open my eyes and see her on me, straddling my waist in just her white bra and panties. Who wears a white bikini under a black dress? I question myself.

Zelena opens her handbag and pulls a piece of paper before giving it to Amelia. “This is my number. I was very rude to you the first time that I met you. I’m sorry. I hope we can be friends” she said while giving a sincere smile. Amelia smiled back and took the paper. “I’ll message you,” she said before parting ways with her. Amelia and Damian went back to the mansion. They were greeted by the servants as usual before they went to their bedroom to change their clothes to something more comfortable. Amelia pulls her phone and saves Zelena’s contact. Damian notices her and smiles as he puts on a grey t-shirt. “Looks like you made a new friend,” he said as he walks toward Amelia and sits down b

But Zadyre’s expression had told me this wasn’t like the other times. “And,” he continued, glancing at Brielle and the kids in the distance, “I need you to keep Amelia in line. She can be of help.” I’d raised an eyebrow at that. “Of help? Sounds like a handful.” “Just take her with you,” Zadyre muttered, his gaze darkening. “She’s loyal and she can keep an eye on you. She can even help you.” Now, as Amelia sat in the passenger seat beside me, her arms crossed and her glare cutting through the silence, I wondered if Zadyre had understated things.

ALEJANDRO STUDY ROOM ~ SPAIN Amelia’s voice dropped, almost a whisper against the heavy silence of the study. “But I can’t do it alone.” Alejandro, who had been leaning against the doorframe, straightened. He nodded slowly. “Who do you need?” “I need Ariana,” Amelia said, the plan solidifying as she spoke. “She was a forensic accountant in blackwood company before she resigned. She sees patterns in chaos. I think clearer when she’s with me. We can dissect this.”

I should be prepared. I am Amelia Young. 22 years old. I recently graduated from Tokyo University and I’ll be starting my job at DRIVEA on Monday. DRIVEA has always been my dream company to work for. I’m a car lover although my family can’t afford to buy them. Now I get the chance to work at this prestigious company. Not to mention that I have a huge crush on the President, Kael Pearce. Believe it or not, he’s my childhood friend but I doubt he remembers me. He used to be our neighbor in Kyoto when we lived there. We used to play together with my cousins until they moved and we never heard from them again. When I was in high school I found out that Kael was the new President in DRIVEA. I nev