Amelie Miraculous Novels & Stories

She should be able to show me newspaper articles that are not available to the public. I see Amelia at the front desk and head over. She looks great for sixty-eight. Amelia’s skin is flawless, and her hair is still an auburn colour, people accuse her of dyeing it all time. I know her secret is a white quartz crystal around her neck. My grandmother blessed it for her many years ago as a gift. “Hello” I say. “What can I do for you” Amelia said not looking up from whatever she is reading. “I am here to see an old friend” I laugh.

He teased while listening, "What revelation could surpass the fact that the elusive restorer is a lady that young? Nothing else could outshine it. I…" Before Magnus could finish his sentence, his grin froze, and disbelief overtook his face. “What?" Magnus nearly leapt from his seat, his gaze transfixed on his friend in astonishment. Jacob had just disclosed that Amelia was none other than the legendary healer Gifted hands, the master Jacob had yearned to study under but never could.

Seven or eight grown men were getting ruthlessly scolded by Amelia, who was wearing high heels with a white coat. They were filled with grievance, but none of them could muster a single word in response. After all, they knew the situation—Mrs. Westvale's heart had stopped for half an hour, and it was Amelia who miraculously brought her back. A miracle of that level was enough to go down in the annals of medical history. The feat was on par with the legendary skill of the mythical healer Estelle Moon. Let alone their own medical expert team—even the top-tier consulting panel in the capital couldn’t have pulled off such a resurrection.

"Dominic! Thank the goddess you're alright." Amelie rushes into the medical bay carrying a basket of what looks like fresh bread and steaming soup. Her honey-colored hair is slightly disheveled, as if she ran here the moment she heard about the team's return.

With a quick step, she opened it to reveal a beautiful regal looking middle-aged woman, who with a friendly smile greets her, "Good morning,, madam. I'm Nora Wee, the manager of this mansion. This is Amy, your personal maid, you may ask her anything she could do for you." The polite maid vows at her."I'm Amy, at your service young madam," utters the friendly maid in broken English. "Breakfast is ready, I could send it to your room if you'd like. Sarah pauses for a moment, considering the offer, but ultimately, her curiosity got the better of her. "Thank you," she replies with a nod, "I'll go downstairs for breakfast." The idea of exploring her new surroundings seems more appealing than dini

Amelie arrived home later than day with a puffy face and red eyes. The lights were off and the house was quiet. It was obvious that Miguel and Michelle were fast asleep. Gently tip toeing over to their room, she cracked the door open slightly and stepped inside, seating at the edge of their bed and stroking their head gently, not wanting to wake them. "Michelle, Miguel, mommy won't be able to make your wish come true. You won't be able to have Zacharie LaCroix as your new daddy." She whispered.

" She smiles at me strangely and does not add anything more, after a light make-up, she leaves me high shoes and goes in her room to get ready. For a moment I remain sitting without really daring to look at me in the mirror. I am afraid of what I will discover. So I close my eyes and give a big sigh when I open them again, then I meet my reflection in the mirror. I remain for a moment with my mouth open, I have difficulty in recognizing the woman who is right in front of me in the mirror. It must be the make-up. The door of the room opens and Amélie enters to take a tube of lipstick. She smiles when she sees me so surprised at my appearance. "You look great don't you? " "It's the makeup. " "

Amelia said, coming forward, her hips swaying seductively. It was usual for the females in his kingdom to try getting his attention, only that he wasn't interested in them. He just wanted that long lost treasure, but at the moment he seemed to have fallen for the young damsel who came in with Amelia. King Azalea's gaze fell on the beautiful young brown haired lady, as she followed Amelia towards him. Alicia's hands were clenched together and her arms were filled with goosebumps. She was nervous. "This is Alicia Smith. She ran away from her pack." Amelia said.

she said to a person who was only three years older than she was. “Take these plates away!” Elle said, sneering at her. Quickly, Ariel gathered the plates in front of Elle, but before she could pick up the last two, something hot doused her body and she recoiled because of the pain the heat of the liquid brought to her skin. “You're so filthy that I couldn't help but to throw this at you. Your dress and even yourself have made me lose my appetite. You're just like vermin. Even the dirt beneath my feet is cleaner than you are,” Alpha Damien spat out with venom in his tone.

Could Amelie also feel the same way as Elena does now? ***