Lovely Amelia Jane Novels & Stories

Her pure hearted soul and strong willed personality was what had pulled me in. Infact and to be more sincere, her plus size was never an insecurity to my eyes. It was a beauty that every other girl should be jealous of. Amelia was a rare beauty because I have never ever in my entire existence found anyone who was a plus size and still has such high standards when it comes to physical beauty and then when it comes to her inner beauty she was even more stunning. I wished she and everyone else could see what I saw in her but i guess they can't since they've been blinded by the societal beauty standard.

She wondered if he had a type because she and Sophia were nothing alike; while she had red hair and very blue eyes, Sophia was blond and had clear eyes… like glass. She was also perfectly sculpted with her strong jaw and high nose while Amelia was anything but that. She was the exact opposite of Sophia and she wondered if that was the reason Jackson had made a move on her. He wanted nothing to remind him of his past love and the woman who had hurt him so much. Amelia sighed, getting up on her feet. The meditation pose she had taken was not working out for her instead it made her think about him the more and she did not want to.

It was so sudden, so full of emotion, that Amelia didn’t even have time to react. When she finally stepped back, the woman cupped Amelia’s face with gentle hands, her eyes shining. “I can’t believe this. I never thought I’d see her daughter standing in front of me. You have her eyes. Her nose. Even her stance.” Amelia was still stunned. “I— I had no idea. My name is Amelia". The woman smiled, still holding her arms. “Oh, Amelia. I'm Evelyn Andrews". She said softly. “Blake’s mother.”

“For a long time now, Eliot has been asking me to get a mate. I don’t want to make this about me but on coming for his wedding I found the one. I found my mate. Eliot, thank you for inviting me and helping me find my bride.” People started to murmur. I turned and saw Eliot’s face go cold. What did he expect me to give him as a gift? A house, we are enemies stupid! “I present to you my mate and soon to be the Luna of Blood moon pack, Amelia.” The spotlight was shunned on the entrance and Amelia came in wearing the blue dress I bought for her. I made sure the maids cleaned her up nicely. She looks better that way. She walked up to the stage as people stood up and clapped. I turned and looked a

I glanced at Amelia skeptically, as I was unfamiliar with this sales personnel, and Celine was not with us at that moment to introduce her. Amelia met the lady's gaze and asked, "What's your name?" "Jayne, with a 'Y,'" the lady replied with a smile. Amelia was instantly captivated. "Aw, you have almost the same name as my fiancé. His name is Jayden." Jayne chuckled nervously and nodded. However, there seemed to be something off about her, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Lately, everything felt somewhat amiss to me, and I feared I was just overthinking things at this point.

"I understand. And I didn't try to run away." "You better," Heather said and walked off. "Phew! She can be a little intense at times. And a little scary too," Amelia said, watching her retreating back. "Yeah. Amelia, thanks for saving me." I turned to her with grateful eyes. She shrugged. "No big deal, bestie." Amelia seemed like a cheerful woman, always happy. She had short brunette hair with hypnotizing blue eyes, so captivating and gorgeous. She was a lot taller than Heather and I. I think she was the tallest woman I'd met here.

* She grins and engulfs him in a hug, Mr Grey wraps her arms around her waist hugging back. "Beaucoup trop long chéri." She mumbles over him. *Far too long darling* They pull back and Amelia holds on to his hands, Amelia is a very beautiful woman. Long blond hair, hazel eyes with flecks of green somewhere there. Research says that she's fifty two but she doesn't look a day over thirty, and that is a fact. Lord knows how many male celebrities have proposed to her, and yet she still remains single to 'live my life'. Amelia looks at me, "Et qui est la beauté?" She asks eyeing me up and down. *And who is the beauty?*

He surrounded Amelia with maids around and guards, and her driver. Amelia, a once innocent orphan, became the talk of the whole city, her beautiful and elegant nature made other ladies jealous at the sight of her. She filled their presence with a joyous smile. Jaws drop as she passes the presence of men. She held her shoulders high and carried herself up and her bold nature gave her the expression of "Don't mess with me." She commanded respect among humans, and even her husband, Maxmillian, found it hard to relate among them.

“You must be tired. You should rest now. The maid will escort you to your room.” Amelia nodded and stood. “Good night, Mom.” She kissed Seraphina on the cheek before walking away. The maid followed, carrying the gadgets they had gotten for her. Amelia glanced back. Damien’s back was to her, still on the phone. That strange connection still lingered. She sighed. Maybe it was just her wolf reacting because he was handsome. But even if she hated to admit it… Aiden was still finer than him. She shook the thought away. Why was she even comparing them?

he announced, his voice carrying an air of authority. My breath caught in my throat as I tried to maintain my composure in front of the powerful Alpha and his wife. The woman’s evil eyes never left me, and his gaze lingered on me, though not as prying as hers. “And what is your name, girl?” the man asked me, his authoritative voice sending a shiver down my spine. “I am called Amelia,” I answered, cautiously glancing towards Lucia on the bed. The tension in the room grew thicker, suffocating me as Hunter and Lucia exchanged amused glances. “Hmm, Amelia, a fine name for a mere servant,” Alpha Hunter remarked sarcastically, and both he and Lucia erupted into laughter, mocking my worth.