Does Amelia Relapse Novels & Stories

“But mentally… emotionally… I had become very sick, Amelia.” The room falls silent except for both our uneven breathing. Mother wipes her face before continuing quietly. “When we moved to another town, after about three years, I finally started therapy. I refused rehab because I was scared, but thankfully I wasn’t completely addicted yet, so withdrawing became easier.” I stare at her, finally seeing the exhaustion behind her eyes. “Stonner tried to lace my drinks again when he realized I was recovering,” she says bitterly. “But this time I noticed. I stopped taking anything from him.”

"Delgado's gone quiet since the tabloid attempt failed to land the way he hoped. That could mean he's regrouping for something else, or it could mean he's realized escalating further only strengthens the case against him. Either way, the investigation continues regardless of his choices." "Do you think it's safe to go back to the penthouse?" Amelia asked, hope evident in her voice despite months of careful caution. "I miss our real home, Webb. I miss Rosa, and the literacy program in person instead of over video calls, and just... feeling like we have an actual life again."

Go. Amelia was stunned at first and thought that she was exposed. She was just about to explain when Alex chimed in, "Your mom seemed to have lost her memories after waking up. She doesn't recognize anyone now." With that said, Alex sighed. However, his words caused Amelia to let out a sigh of relief. 'Oh my god! I'm so lucky. I can't believe this old fool has lost her memories!' thought Amelia. Seeing that Mrs. Summers was no longer a threat, Amelia no longer felt scared. She pretended to be concerned and asked, "Oh no! Can Mom still recover?"

Amelthia looked back in his eyes feeling something different but couldn’t name it. After a min when they both came to senses they both jolted up and left each other and stood straight. “Uh-h I am sorry.” Felix said looking away at the shelf. Amelthia fidgeted with her fingers. “Um..huh? Yea its ok.” She said that and left the room running to her room. She closed the door shut and slide down sitting on the floor her hand on her chest feeling her heart running a marathon. *Whao… What is with you seriously.*

Amelia said to her in reply, before hanging up the call, and with that, she sighed heavily before lying down on the bed with many thoughts running through her mind. "Tricksy, tell me, do you think that I did the right thing by coming back to stop Alex from torturing Sarah and her mate?" Amelia asked Tricksy as she mind-linked with her. "Yes, Amelia, you did the right thing; if there's one thing you should never feel bad about, it's doing the right thing," Tricksy said to Amelia, who smiled inwardly, and at the same time, her phone that was lying beside her started ringing. Taking the phone and seeing that it was Erica that was calling, she was about to hang up the call but was immediately in

I froze for a minute but after I got myself, I got off him and stared at the decoration to arrange my train of thoughts. “You had to break up inside me?”I asked, not sure if it was really happening. “Look Ame. i was going to tell you tomorrow but you were here”, he replied. “First, stop calling me Ame it’s Amelia to you now. Second, what did i do wrong? Third, is there another girl?” I spoke in a rush to avoid the tears that were forming in my eyes from falling. “You do not have a plan for your life Ame, sorry Amelia. I want a woman that knows what she wants and is not waiting for her daddy to send her a check every month”.

“I must say. Yoi have earned my respect even further. Most people would kill to have such an offer but you rejected it right away.” Amelia just smiled. “I know my limits. When I get to that level then such letters would not be refused. As of now, I need to work myself to that level.” Just then Amelia's phone beeped. She opened to see the message and immediately got up in haste and started to leave. “Where are you going to now?” Jonathan asked in confusion. “Something has come up. I need to go back to LA.”

But why did they hide her identity from her in the first place there's something hiding under those carpets of theirs and I must get them out one by one. I got back to the mansion by evening and saw Amelia sitting on the couch in the living room, with a glass of orange juice on the table in front of her, snacks on her hand and her gaze was at the television.I felt bad for her, all these years she has been deceived and lied to by her the one she loved. Alpha Jackson must let her know who she really is but I don't know if she could take it light. "Relaxing?" "Huh?". She immediately stood up and bowed her head. I believe this isnt necessary anymore since she has a park, she's not an outcast nor

Amelia's POV It had been a few days after my mom's relapse. The doctors had carried out a few tests and had informed us that Mom had had a response to one of the medications used in her treatment. They needed more tests to figure out which medication had caused her sudden collapse and even more tests to determine what medication would be suitable as a replacement.

Because no matter how hard I tried, I kept seeing and replaying it. I kept replaying it over and over again. I remembered the way she hadn’t resisted and how she had leaned in. It didn’t make sense, and it shouldn’t have made any sense. And yet, it did. More than I wanted to admit. My phone buzzed in my hand, pulling me out of my thoughts. I glanced down at the screen. Amelia. Of course. I stared at her name for a second before answering. “Amelia.” “I’m not feeling well,” she said, her voice steady, controlled. “I think I need to go home.”