Captain Amelia Fanart Novels & Stories

That sweetness was part of a mask she used to get what she wanted and commit as many crimes as she pleased. “Mrs. Valladolid.” “It’s beautiful, right? The painter did a good job by getting me into that picture, right? What do you think?” “All I could see here is an empowered woman, always ready to attack.” Valeria laughed softly. “It makes me happy that you still know it.” “I beg your pardon?” Amelia looked at her. “This painting used to be your favorite one, right? you always talked about how beautiful your mother-in-law looked here, right Amelia Muriel, or should I say Erika Beltran?”

I don't understand when she talk I feel like my heart beat racing and wind catch its speed like it calling me to wake up my friend name is amelia she is perfect girl. she Carring,full of energy, her cooking is unmatchable , she is loving ,cute and bueatifull. she is the girl you can't resist and want to get married amelia:- hi I want to ask something me:- what is that you look so serious tell me did something bothering you amelia:- my father is rich you know that right. and he searching man for me me:- that nice so what happen

Dante ran a warm bath for her. … “Omg!! These pictures came out so nice.” Amelia's assistant bootlicked her after the premiere pictures for the reality show came out. Amelia smiled proudly and opened her I*******m and posted one with the caption. “Anticipate me on your screen.” In less than a minute the picture was trending, with her fans gushing over her. “No one can beat this.” “Our one and only Queen Amelia.” “Spot the glow, guys. Can't wait for the show to start.”

As he reached the door, she asked softly, “Daniel… why do you care?” He looked over his shoulder. “Because someone should.” Back at Amelia’s Apartment Amelia stared at her reflection in the mirror. The red lipstick she applied had become her war paint. Her hair was tied in a sleek bun. The world outside could burn but she would look flawless while it did. Her phone buzzed. She picked it up. “Police Station,” the voice said.

She comes around the side of my desk so she’s facing me as she lifts herself up to sit on the edge of the large mahogany piece of furniture. “Hello, my love.” She returns my term of endearment with her sweet smile calming my somewhat frazzled nerves. Seriously, fucking vampires? “Yup, fucking vampires.” She says, picking up on my thoughts through our mind link. “How are Amber and Leia?” I ask, hoping our two little daughters aren’t too scared. “They’re fine.” Zella smiles, “they and the other younger pups are making Halloween decorations with some of the omegas. They’re probably covered in glitter at this point.” Ah, glitter. The herpes of the crafting world. Because you can never get rid of

But it was a favor to his sister and who was he to deny Amelia a favor? “Well, Alfred, I assume you’ve met Mercy?” Amelia asked, her eyes shining with mischief. Alfred had the sinking suspicion this was a double date, but the look in Amelia’s eyes just confirmed it. Mercy looked down at her plate shyly. She really is beautiful, Alfred thought to himself as his eyes landed on her chest. Quite the looker, really. “Mercy is a musician,” Amelia continued. “An artist, like you. Actually, I think you have a lot in common.”

She sweetly called him, then leaning onto his burly shoulder seductively. Taylor who sat in silence knew Amelia like the back of his palm, he knows she was the one who stole the sketch pad even a blind man could smell that. Amelia can never be capable to make impressive designs like Tinsely, not even in her dreams. But it's pity that his best friend will prefer to believe Amelia over his mate. Meanwhile, Alpha David was fascinated by the design, roaming his fingers on the texture as he imagined the ample amount of profit he would make when he launches the design.

Travis gives out the information about Charles's outpost to save his own life. Amelia: Owner of a book shop in the town where the Rosario castle was built just outside of. Amelia is a witch with a familiar that is a crow (she only calls him crow) who helps her without complaint. She made a deal with Sylar his pair of fangs for Silas's revival. Amelia can turn her familiar into a human when she needs him to do simple tasks like hold jaws open. She also has a disappearing spell, teleportation spell, and often things in her book shop will start moving on their own. Amelia is a powerful witch to only be in her early twenties. Amelia's hair was described as curly brown that ran down to her lower

Emma threatened Jerome felt chills run down his spine, he knew he had the upper hand now because Emma was his prisoner so how could her threat affect him this much? “You talk a lot huh?” he asked and Emma smiled wickedly. “Believe it or not, I won't spare you.” “I will wait till then, someone wants to speak with you,” Jerome said when a masked man walked towards them, Jerome stood up and gave his chair to him. Emma couldn’t see his face but his temperament was strong and from his figure, he seemed to be about the same age as her dad. Was he the leader of this organization? “Alpha Emmaline” her name rolled out of his lips.

He didn’t tell her that after drinking her blood. Amelia could almost feel his dejection. “Thank you,” she said with gratitude, even more determined not to get played by her emotions, by the feelings he was able to stir within her. But the same feelings were stirred when she was with Vargauz. Though he never affected her on the base level. She never felt his emotions. She looked at his face to understand the emotions. She heaved a long breath and looked over her left shoulder. “I want to go back to my chamber,” she said as she stared at a huge painting that was hanging right over the bed. It was a painting of a stunning woman whose skin glowed like a star. Her golden tresses were like sunshi