Amity Blight Pfp Novels & Stories

Damian walks to his car. He opened it and drove to the direction of his company when he saw Amelia who was sitting down on one of the benches at the park near the hospital. He stops the car and silently observes her. Amelia was not in a good state. She had dark bags under her eyes, a deathly pale complexion because of her vomiting and she also slightly lost weight. Damian pulls his phone from his pocket and dialed the number of his private secretary. "Find everything about a girl named Amelia Reinhart. I want every single detail about her" he orders and then hung up his phone without hearing his secretary's reply.

she tried her best to stay away from them. "Oh, there are pretty girls here..." Blair's best friend Bryce said smiling towards Amelia's direction. "Hey, I like your hair..." Bryce said to Amelia in a pleasant tone. "Thank you... You are too pretty..." she replied back and Hope was quiet... "Blair, come and have a look. She's pure beauty..." Blair walked to her and was quiet for a second then said, "Hi, I'm Blair Fernsby." "Hi..." Amelia replied smiling. "And it's her engagement week..." Bryce replied and Amelia astonished said, "Wow! Congratulations..."

She had the look of an angel. “Hi, Blake,” answered Jax as he assisted Amelia into the chair opposite him. “This is Amelia. She’s just been attacked by a rogue wolf in the woods.I fought him off but I’m not sure which pack he belongs to.” “Hi, Amelia,” greeted Blake, an air of power exuding from him. Amelia blushed as their eyes never left contact. She saw straight through his hardened exterior and noticed his onyx eyes staring deep into hers. So deep that she could get lost in them.

snapped Michelle, her hands on her temple. Looking around, Blame was piqued by the different paintings on the posts, one of which had a dark human figure in it, a shield on his face, blocking the round sphere trying to decapitate him. Her sight-seeing had been distracted, however, by one of the students at the farthest table. He was pointing her with wide eyes, telling something to his friend. Before the friend could stare, Blame gulped and pretended to have never noticed them, heat washing through her whole body.

Amy apologized, flexing her muscles and pumping her biceps in front of Azariah. When Amy finished clowning, she turned to see a genuine smile on Azariah's face, her heart skipped a beat at the intensity of the stare, she felt a blush warming up her face. She doesn't think any man had stared at her with that much intensity, hoping he didn't see her blush. "What got your eye stuck?" Amy asked, turning away, looking anywhere but him to take away the amount of pressure he was putting her under. "Some pretty American girl with one of the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen," His smile reached his eyes, Amy saw it clearly and it cared for her immensely.

“Needed a change. I took a chance and went for it when I got a job offer out here. I’ve always wanted to be away from the big city and closer to nature. It’s beautiful here. Peaceful. Everyone seems very nice.” Blaze dropped her arms and smiled. “They are. Mountain town charm. Well I hope you like your new job and I see you around town. Did you move out here with family?” Amerie shook her head. “Just me and my dog.” Blaze nodded. “Well that’s cool. What kind of dog?” “He’s a pit mix. Big baby, really.” “I love it,” Blaze said. “I can start ringing up your items and getting them in bags for you if you’d like to keep browsing.”

Jairon commented to me, then turned behind him. I saw his brow furrow in surprise. I took advantage of that to stand up and motioned to my companions to come closer. I want to laugh because they tortured me with their glares at the same time. "Bae, these are my friends. The Atrómitos Orgánosi heads are Aycxe, Shiela, Noella, and Sophia." I pointed them one by one. "He's my husband, Matthew," said Sophia as she put her hand on her husband's arm.

She was rather ready for the weekend than to attend the school. Amity looked at Arthur’s phone. It still had the email open. “What are you seeing on your phone?” she asked, curiously. “Um.. this is an email,” “Who has sent you?” “Um… a friend from college,” “Ohh.” “What is in the email?” Amity was a barely four year old and she had one heck of curiosity and questions. “It’s his wedding,” “Are we going then?” she asked, excitedly. She just had to get a reason to make her parents to move around.