Gura X Amelia Novels & Stories

Amara stared for a little while, then returned to stare at the screen. "Amara!" Her Mom called her upstairs and she got up to go. We all watched her leave. Izanagi's eyes were sparkling, I thought he might feel uncomfortable at first but then I also had to recall this was his first time meeting Amamiya-san. "Who was that?" he asked. "Amara's Mom." "She's like the dark version of Ms. Bellum." "Who?" Claire whipped her neck to study Izanagi, eyes widened. Almost as if offended at first, but then she thought about it some more and covered her mouth. "No... Yo, wait, she does dress like Ms. Bellum sometimes!"

Alexa sneered at the piercing gaze of Amelia. “ What were those two up to now?” Alexa mumbled and looked at them. One of them threw a dirt gaze at her and the other glared at her with disgust. She snickered at the different kinds of gaze and clutched to Ray's arms. Her position made Amelia so angry. “Sister, when did you get so familiar with Mr. Hudston ” If she was not going to give up then Amelia would neither. “Sister, when did you get so familiar with Mr. Ling ” If she was not going to give up then Ameliawould neither.

He was mute and his gaze travelled from her head down to her toes, she saw something in those grey eyes of his, something she'd seen the day he had kissed her. "I..I wan...want to go and see Cara" Dala stuttered "I'll tell one of the my subjects to accompany you and show you directions and to ensure you return...safely" kamur said On her way to find Cara, she saw a figure from afar that looked like that of Princess Amira. She had to find out. "Who could that be?" She asked the lady who Kamur had asked to follow her anywhere she wanted to go. More like her maid. Her name was Sita

I mumble as I look around to see if I can find a secluded spot around for both Amelia and I to have a conversation while I wait for her to dismiss the usher. “How have you been holding up around the prince of hell?” I immediately take her hands as soon as the usher leaves us. “Do I know you?” she asks, retracting her hands from me. “Oops.. my bad,” I suddenly remember that I completely changed my look. “It is me…. Elena Grayson,” I whisper in her ears but her countenance immediately changes. “What are you doing here?” Amelia’s voice drops down to a whisper, roughly pulling me toward a secluded end of the hall.

Damian said and smiled at her. Amelia nodded without saying anything and continued eating. After a few seconds, Damian sees Arthur walking towards them with his wife and daughter. “Ian, you’ve met Zelena before right?” Arthur said. Damian nodded before standing up and shaking hands with Zelena. “It’s been a while,” he said with a polite smile. Amelia stood up as well and gave a smile to Zelena. “Hello, I’m Amelia,” she said. Zelena blinked as she recognizes Amelia. “You’re the one at the park, right? I’m Zelena, It’s very nice to meet you” she said and offers her hand to Amelia.

I compliment, and I mean it. Alpha Amelia has arrived in a plunge-neck split lantern-sleeve royal blue bodycon dress with ruching, Her golden blonde hair is pulled back and cascading with voluminous waves. Her turquoise eyes pop intensely thanks to the royal blue smoky eye and golden cut crease with rose gold lips. Her legs look toned and defined in five-inch pointed-toe silver glitter stilettos and give her a little extra height, which is needed to bring her up to the height of the tank beside her. “Thank you very much. Been so busy with training lately I’ve forgotten how nice it is to get dressed up, plus none of us has been to France before,” she smiles, “By the way, Valeria, this is my a

Amelia’s signature perfume the dense trace of amber and vanilla. Amelia stood on the threshold, her identical face flushed a deep, unnatural crimson from the biting wind, her shoulders trembling beneath the fabric of Ava's stolen white cashmere cardigan. The fragile, heartbroken victim persona that she had spent weeks meticulously performing for Michael was completely dead. Her dark eyes were wide, bloodshot, and glittering with a raw, volatile envy that she could no longer contain behind her engineered smiles. Her fingers were clutched tightly around the strap of her leather handbag, her knuckles turning a stark, bloodless white as she glared into the dim interior of the concrete room.

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

The crowd was left in awe; Axel Farley, a man who seldom showed affection for any woman, was gazing at her with such adoration. Axel turned to me and said, “Are you ready, Amelia? From today on, you’re in for a different beginning.” I nodded, “Don’t worry, Axel. The love-struck Amelia is dead; what’s alive now is the vengeful Amelia.” Just then, a shocked voice rang out: “Amelia? What are you doing here?” I looked up to see Damian and Vivian. Vivian was wearing a stunning bespoke evening gown that sparkled under the lights. But her smile seemed a bit forced as she said, “You—”

Amelia let out a fresh breath as she turned the doorknob and walked in with her head up high just as she was raised. Grahams looked up and his jaw drew open in surprise, “Amelia! Are you the potential high profile client that seeks an audience with me?” “That would be me, surprise ! Surprise!” Amelia said excitedly. Graham laughed heartily, he was obviously delighted to see his lovely daughter in a bright version of herself. “Come hug me silly.” He said as Amelia approached him, he engulfed her in a tight hug and they both happily embraced each other.