Does Amelia Shepherd Die Novels & Stories

This sounded so unbelievable to her that she was still having difficulty in understanding all of this properly, but one thing she was sure of was that he wanted his own death and she was not ready to accept it. She wanted him to live and for that, he needed his life. “So let this body die and then…...” “No, he won't die,” Amelia shouted at him, and then gripped the front of his clothes. “I won't let my Callum die….” she bursted out at him while breaking into a fit of tears, and he just stared at her. “I won't let y…you to die…” her voice shivered as realisation finally washed over her that she was fighting with his soul for his life.

Elsher asked servers questions while acting like a good father but Amelia stood there, not at all moved by what he said. "Why are you keeping silent?! It is you that father is talking to!" Lillian couldn't take it anymore and interfered. "Shut up!" Mr. Elsher yelled out not wanting her to destroy his plan. No one knew how happy he was when he heard that something happened to Amelia and she lost her memory. Although he had wanted her to die, isn't it also good that she just lost her memory? So now he can use her and get exactly what he wants. "You must be tired, " Helene showed her to her room. We will talk after you wake up"

Amelia couldn't stop shaking. She sat on the edge of her bed with the television muted. The news was still showing images from Nina's fashion show. The beautiful runway. The flashing cameras. The smoke. The ambulance. And then the picture of Victoria flying round the internet. She was alive. Amelia pressed her hands together. She had expected Victoria to die. That had been the plan. But the woman who died had a name now. A face. A family. Amelia had seen her before. That made everything worse. Her phone rang. She already knew who it was.

The trail ended at the edge of the porch. No footprints. No body. No Grace. Only the black eagle ring remained. Amelia stared into the darkness. “She died twelve years ago.” Adrian looked at her. “How?” “Cancer.” “Are you sure?” “I was there.” “Did you see her body?” Amelia's face tightened. “No.” Adrian stood. “Then you don't know that she died.” Amelia shook her head. “She was buried.” “Who identified her?” “My father.” “Where is he?”

Ophelia beamed at her and replied; “There are no excuses because the task had already been carried out, and I've been able to poison the girl, I just had to tell you personally.” A smile appeared on Amelia's lips, she had never felt this gladness in a long time. She never thought that having someone killed would be so pleasurable, but it was, and she loved it. Khloé was dead and Lydia wouldn't want to be with Carson anymore, their relationship would fall into shackles. “I'm impressed, Bobby said you were so good, and doubt isn't in my mind anymore about that. You've sweetened my night” Amelia smiled at her.

Mel had fainted. Amelia rushed to her friend, “Mel!, Mel!... Someone help me! Mel!!!” she screamed rushing down to the kitchen returning with a glass of cold water, she did the first thing she thought of and splashed the glass of water on Mel’s face and Mel jerked up awake. “Please don’t do that to me again, we will find a way, you will not marry Xavier, I will help you” Amelia said holding unto her friend, tears she had tried to hold finally pouring down her eyes, she lifted Mel and hugged her tightly

“It stabilizes neural inflammation in shifters during rapid transformations. If your body is trying to rewrite itself, this medicine could keep your brain from swelling until we figure out how to process the strain.” “Then let us go there,” she said, bracing her hands against the concrete to push herself up. She made it halfway to her feet before her knees buckled again and I caught her by the elbows to keep her upright. “You can barely stand,” I noted gently. Amelia wiped her damp hair back from her forehead and forced a small, tired smile. “I survived three years of living with Damien and your parents. I am not letting a headache finish me off in a pipe. How far is this cabin?”

He sounded tired. "It's not your fault. We were betrayed. I wouldn't have been here if the midwife didn't betray us. But then again, I'm happy she did. Who knows, Alexander would have killed you if I hadn't interfered." Amelia consoled him. "I'm not mad at you, I'm just unhappy. She's not even up to a month and she's already gone" Amelia broke down. Amelia cupped Amelia's head around his chest. Consoling her with soft pats on her back. "We are going to find her, I promise you that."

Now, I need to be very careful about my next steps, but one thing is sure—Amelia is alive, hiding in Deadfang. But… I can’t help but wonder why? And how? Was the car accident in the capital staged? And is Amelia really pregnant?

She had to keep up the act, at least for now. But as the days passed, Amelia found it harder and harder to hide her true feelings. She could feel herself slipping deeper and deeper into despair, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before she tried to end her life again. And one day, when the guards weren't looking, she finally succeeded. Amelia was found dead in her cell, the makeshift noose still around her neck. She was finally free from the pain and suffering that had consumed her for so long. The guards and the other inmates were shocked by Amelia's death. They had all known that she was struggling, but they had never suspected that she would take her own life.