Jade Amelia Thirlwall Novels & Stories

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

That is where Lord Bell and other prominent family members lives. Whereas, when Amelia got home, she threw the wedding gown and the wedding ring that Drake Bell purchased for her angrily on the floor. She threw her high heels away and sat on the chair, burning heavily in rage. Mila walked inside few seconds later, seeing how Amelia had thrown the things she got away, she wasn't surprised at all. It was that bitch, Lily that ruined her beloved daughter's outing with Drake Bell.

“Talking about exes isn’t the way to get into my pants you know.” “As much as I’d love to take your knickers off and have you ride my face, your safety is priority.” He reaches up to cup my face with his hand. “I can’t lose you...and I’ve apparently underestimated Lilith.” He admits, sighing heavily. “She’s a royal cunt and a dangerous one at that. I have honestly no idea where all her allegiances lay but if Julius says she’s working with someone in the Crimson Palace, I wouldn’t put it passed her. The Princes are just as manipulative and hungry for power as she is.”

Her eyes roamed over Alexander's strong, muscular figure, admiring the way his pajamas clung to him. When he caught her gaze, she couldn't help but gasp. "I'm sorry for staring," she said, catching everyone's attention. "I just can't believe I'm finally meeting you." "My name is Amara, Camilla's older cousin. I'm also a jeweler who hopes to one day be a designer just like you." She said with a bright smile on her face. Alexander simply stared at her, slightly taken aback by her forwardness in such a tense moment causing a hint of embarrassment to creep up Amara's cheeks as she tried to regain her composure.

some were happy, some sad and some showed nothing at all. "Amelia Thorne" Jen spoke, her eyes meeting mine "follow me Amelia" I was brought to a stage which dominated the ballroom. "Miss Amelia Thorne... 20 years old, a seamstress." Jen spoke before bowing and scurrying back to behind stage. My eyes scanned the people, the king and Queen sat there, a bored look on their faces. The Queen perked up, before standing and walking to the stage "Amelia... what a beautiful name"

Just at that moment, the purple jade hanging on her waist suddenly jiggled! That was the Wraith Infant signaling to her! Amelia grabbed the purple jade, and oh no, she was so busy that she forgot to leave the Wraith Infant at the Richmond's manor! "Howard, can you do me a favor at home? I'm going out for a while. Oh, and if Rowan Fisher comes looking for me, ask him to stay with you for a while." Howard raised his eyebrows, "With me? Rowan?" "Yeah, what's up?" Amelia thought Howard was very business-minded, usually people like that have the God of Wealth protecting them, envelopes full, just right to shake off any light in the birth chart.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

Not one of them knew how much she had sacrificed for Damian. The sleepless nights. The abandoned scholarship abroad. The endless loneliness inside their mansion. Amelia swallowed quietly and stepped closer to the VIP section. Then she froze. Her breath caught painfully in her throat. Standing beside Damian was a woman dressed in red satin, her hand lightly resting on his arm as she laughed softly at something he said. Vanessa Cole. The daughter of one of Vale Corporation’s investors. But Amelia barely noticed Vanessa’s face. Because around her neck— Was the diamond necklace Damian had personally placed around Amelia’s neck on their third wedding anniversary.

he growled again. Amelia was thinking of a comeback when she was cut off by the sound of the door to the changing room opening. "Wow," she gasps as she beheld the sight before her. Shirl was clad in a mini gown that stopped above her knee, the black fitted gown has sparkles on it, and the waistline downward was accentuating her curves. The gown screamed SEXY. The gown fit her body perfectly and Amelia was almost drooling at the sheer beauty of the wolf in front of her.

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.