Jade Amelia Thirlwall Novels & Stories

She wiped her tears and picks up her phone, dialing her only friend, Tara. "Yes, my dear?" She felt relieved to her friend's usual cheery voice. "Can I go to your house? Right now?" She asks. "Of course!!" Tara answers excitedly, unaware of her friend's condition. Amelia walks to her friend's house, looking like a mess. She's wearing her pajamas topped with a sweater to cover her wrists. Her eyes were bloodshot red from crying and she has dark circles under her eyes. The light that was once coming from her eyes was gone.

in neon letters. And that's the whisper, no, more than a whisper, a rumor now: Amara Ibe, the overworked wedding planner, is a thief. Sera didn’t say it outright, but she didn’t need to. All it took was a tiny accusation. “I’m sorry to bring this up publicly, but an expensive heirloom centerpiece went missing from the Diamond Hall. And..." She looked straight at me, fake remorse painting her features. "It disappeared shortly after you inspected the space, Amara."

Rain tapped softly against the reinforced double-pane windows of the high-rise private suite on the forty-fifth floor of the Kingsley International Tower. Amelia stood near the floor-to-ceiling glass, looking down at the red double-decker buses crawling through the wet street traffic far below. She wore a tailored charcoal-grey pantsuit over an ivory silk blouse, her dark chestnut hair pulled up into a sleek, professional knot. On her left ring finger, the emerald promise ring caught the cool grey light of the London skyline.

Hearing the sound of high heels from the stairs, Jenny and Emily look over at the same time. Amelia wore a black cashmere coat with a long beige knitted dress inside. Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders and her makeup was exquisite, making the whole person look cool and noble. Jenny stared blankly at Amelia who was walking down the stairs. She had to admit that she stood with Amelia, even if she was a few years younger than her, but her innate noble aura, even if she cultivated for a few more lifetimes, could not reach it.

"Liam, Who is that you have never mentioned his name to me?" Axel was frightened, remembering it was Jade who knew Liam, his hand resting lightly on her lower back as he guided her toward the plush couch. "Yeah, I know I haven't, but His sister's dating Mr Williams' son's cousin, you know, the owner of the Elysium Art Gallery. It wasn't something I thought would interest you-it was just business, you know? Networking."

She replies with a soft smirk as she cross her legs, the slit rising up and exposing some of her thigh. "What is that?" I ask her as I reach out to touch her thigh. Draped across her thigh are a small delicate chain of diamonds that stretches inconspicuously up her leg, the top of which are concealed by the dress. "I believe it's a subsection of body jewellery called 'thigh jewellery'. Apparently it's a thing, I kind of let the saleswoman talk me into it" Amelia grins and brushes her fingers softly over the chain. It's delicate and understated, yet something about it just makes her look so fucking sexy.

Amelia said, her eyes squinting. It was the truth. She loves science just as she loves art. Although being a gynaecologist has always been her career dream since she was little. "I'm marveled," He said, bewildered. " I just realised I didn't formally introduce myself to you. I am Simon Denham. " He introduced himself. Amelia internally raised her eyebrow. Simon Denham? As in, Viscount Simon Denham and also Jacob's great grandfather. She quickly ceared her throat. " I am Katherine Barnard. " She introduced herself.

Jake: Only if you'd like to. If you're busy, another day is absolutely fine. She glanced around her spotless flat. Laundry could wait. The supermarket would still exist tomorrow. Every sensible excuse disappeared before it had fully formed. Amelia: I would like that. Very much. Jake's reply came almost instantly. Jake: There's a little café in the Jewellery Quarter called Rose & Rye. Do you know it? Amelia smiled. She'd walked past it dozens of times, always meaning to go inside and never quite getting around to it.

she muttered, adjusting the neckline of her borrowed dress. Jane laughed beside her, already tipsy, her glittering black gown hugging her body like a second skin. "Because you just finished med school, and I said you needed to celebrate. And Collin is hot and rich and very single." Amelia's eyes slid to Collin, Jane's tech-whiz ex who now hovered near a group of coders, completely ignoring her. She sighed. "Yeah, real Prince Charming." "Just drink and dance," Jane winked, disappearing into the crowd.

Amelia turned, her face instantly brightening with a genuine, loving smile. Grace stood in the entrance, supported by her elegant polished ebony walking cane. She wore a tailored plum velvet dress with a triple strand of vintage pearls draped over her collar, looking every bit the regal matriarch of the Cole legacy. Beside her stood Priya, wearing an understated emerald silk dress, holding Grace’s shawl. "Grace!" Amelia exclaimed softly, quickly setting her notebook on a side table and stepping forward to take the older woman’s free hand, guiding her toward an armchair near the fireplace. "You arrived so early! Please, sit down before you tire yourself."