Does Amelia Relapse Novels & Stories

Daniel continued, his tone calm, measured, “I just trust that when you’re ready, you’ll tell me what I need to know.” Something about the way he said it settled over her—not comforting exactly, but… steady. Amelia looked away, her fingers twisting together in her lap. “I just don’t want to go back there,” she murmured. Daniel’s grip on the wheel tightened—just slightly. “Then don’t,” he said. It sounded simple. Too simple. The car slowed at a red light, bathing them in a soft glow. Amelia exhaled shakily. “It wasn’t healthy. What I had with him. It was… intense, and messy, and I always felt like I was losing myself in it.”

Amelia's recovery was a slow and arduous process, but she finally regained her strength and health. However, she couldn't bear the thought of giving up the attention and sympathy she had received during her illness. So, she made the calculated decision to feign continued illness, convincing her doctors that she still required regular blood transfusions from Emily. Her ultimate goal was twofold: to drain Emily's resources and create tension between her and Jackson. Amelia's plan succeeded all too well, as Emily's health began to deteriorate from the frequent blood donations. The strain on their relationship grew, and Jackson's frustration mounted.

She held her breath waiting to hear from it again. "Who was that?" She still held her breath. After a while of waiting, she relaxed her lungs and drew in a fresh breath, maybe it was just her imagination, she thought. The voice she heard kicked her out of her sad thoughts. The voice was right. She didn't need tears. She needed solutions. Amelia thought of what had last happened. She remembered being sedated. It must have been the drug that they gave to her. She was in a trance. "Exactly! Why didn't I ever think of that?"

If Stiles decided to play ignorant of the latest development, it was his business. Amelia walked out of the kitchen carrying a tray." Cisca relapsed." She announced What? Stiles was stupefied. What was wrong with her? " I bet you didn't know. I suggest you stay away from Alden at the moment, his anger is more fierce than a spooked rattlesnake. " She advised and set the table. Stiles watched her and wondered what her game plan was. " What are you doing?" Amelia halted and stared at him, before returning her gaze to the plates. " Setting the table."

He didn't like the fact that this had to be the first thing she was witnessing since the last time he saw her and the fact that he looked the way he looked at the moment, made him feel even more embarrassed. "You shouldn't be here Amelia, you really shouldn't. The only reason I still have this much control over my mind and I haven't hurt you is because the first phase is over and this is simply the final phase. You wouldn't be so lucky if I happen to have a relapse," he warned and Amelia scoffed.

"Come on, Amelia. He is so toxic. Your stutter around him. Panic attacks, how he held you and looked at you. How he talked about you. That's not normal behavior. He even mentioned a couple of times, that we could have you if we wanted to. You know, for sex." There was silence for a tense second. "I came a couple of times." I came a couple of times. "I-I have to go." Amelia put her cup of tea down on the counter and walked off, rather fast, upstairs. She locked herself in the bathroom inside her bedroom and dropped to her knees, retching into the toilet.

He questions and I smile with a nod, “I’ll see you then, dad.” I wrap him in a tight hug as I breathe in his comforting scent and I say, “I’ve missed you.” Amelia’s Father: Damn it, damn it, damn it! That stupid Alpha Kyle, it’s all his fault that my hard work has been flushed down the toilet. I have been working for years on ridding Amelia of that monster so that way she could live a normal life. She doesn’t realize what I’ve done yet, but I don’t know how I’m going to get her to take those pills again. She doesn’t realize how much she needs them, it’s the only way for her to be normal.

Axel started the engine, and the car smoothly pulled away from the street outside Hansen Manor. “Why didn’t you come to find me sooner?” I asked, feeling like a guilty little girl. “I didn’t know where to go.” Axel kept his eyes on the road. “Amelia, you’re the eldest daughter of the Farley family in Missy City. You’re my sister and Lucas’s as well. Don’t act like a homeless person. It looks like your relationship has fallen apart?” I fell silent. “Good. I’ve been waiting for this day. What are you planning to do next?”

She was squealing in joy, the bald headed man who was actually Pabulo by name had called her and informed her that she would resume work there immediately, she couldn’t contain her joy, by tomorrow she would be a fashion designer in the great Neon Fashion Trends Company, nothing could kill her joy. Then her phone rang. As she saw the caller her heart sped up, not in the romantic way, the smile on her face was completely whipped off. It was Mel. Amelia answered the call, then she heard Mel’s sob over the line. There was no greetings exchanged, there was no need for that. “It’s got worst with Jacob” Mel said, “He’s getting paralyzed Amelia” she cried out. Dread filled Amelia, she couldn’t cons

" I didn't hear everything properly. But I heard her telling that nothing is happening to Nate, even after four dosage." " What ! Four dosage ! What the- ", Ethan utters wide eyed while I look at Gabriel taken aback. Amelia is trying to kill me ?? And I already took in four dose of the drug !? Will I have to go to de-addiction treatment ? Or will I die ? " Guys, What all is happening?", Riley asks looking at as in utter confusion and horror. " Drug and all..! isn't it serious ?? Why is this Amelia trying to drug Nate ?"