Lovely Amelia Jane Novels & Stories

"Very well. Normally this is a job of the maids. But will you allow me to lead you? It would be my pleasure. Let me see you a little more alone, without all this people surrounding us." "But of course, my highness. It's my great honor and joy," Amelia says, smiling. I was so impressed by her eyes. They are so sparkling and sweet in the color of honey. "Oh, stop now," my mother says, laughing. I see them moving forward. So different from each other but both beautiful in their own way. My mother is delicate with a slender figure, while Amelia is short and a bit plump, like a fresh round bun. With slightly swollen cheeks but ruby ​​like a rose. Her laughter is gargling and sincere. Effortless.

Before she could continue Jonas cut her off saying “First things first Amelia is beautiful, sexy and breathtaking; second Amelia is the woman of my dreams she is everything I’ve ever wanted and more, I was just the asshole that let desire mislead me whatever you believe we had was a total illusion, I have never nor will I ever like you.” He walked away as soon as he finished speaking, leaving her speechless. What on earth did Amelia have that Sarah didn't, she wondered, why was it always Amelia who won at everything, what did Jonas see in her, in Sarah's perspective Amelia was simply this pitiful girl who obviously didn't believe in sex. Amelia had to rush home after finishing all of her cla

I don’t want to bother you," she finally said, looking down at her feet. Jane," I said reassuringly, placing a hand on her arm. "You’re never bothering me, and by the way, Marlene is also waiting for you. Calling out Marlene’s name always works to grab Jane's attention. Jane loves her, and not once does she say no to Marlene. I might be selfish for using my daughter as an excuse to spend time with Jane, but it is what it is, and I don’t mind because it brings us all together. Jane looked up, a small smile playing on her lips. "Okay," she said softly, her voice filled with gratitude. "Let's go see Marlene. And with that, we walked inside, and I guess someone heard the door opening because Mar

The chipping had begun. The next attack came a few months later, and it was far more personal. Julian had fallen in love. Her name was Amelia. She was a university student studying art history, and she was everything the women in the Reeds’ social circle were not: warm, funny, unimpressed by money, and genuinely in love with Julian for who he was. For the first time in his life, Julian seemed truly happy. He brought her to the mansion for a family dinner, a terrifying gauntlet he was willing to brave for her.

His chest is broad and I run my fingers over it. He rolls my skirt up and he doesn't hesitate in pulling my panties down. My hands drift up his arms to his neck and I entwine my fingers in his dark-brown hair. It's silky, so fucking silky. I've lost the capacity for rational thought. What the hell am I doing? He's Damien Fucking Keller, and I'm just Amelia George. A plain Jane. An unremarkable person. An amateur spy. This shouldn't be happening, but I don't want it to stop.

Amelia shouted from inside. Nick smiled and left her room.. Amelia stand in front if the washroom mirror and touch her red cheeks.. "Why the hell I am blushing? I should be angry" Amelia asked herself.. "Because you love when he tease you" Her mind told her.. Amelia rolled her eyes and speaks up," Love? Hell the love. I just hate him. He is.. he is..Amelia tried to speaks the perfect word when her mind again speaks up.. "He is handsome, dashing, hot"

Loveth backed her and hummed some song as she prepared something in the kitchen; it was her favorite place to be in the apartment. Amelia cleared her throat, gaining her attention. Loveth turned and smiled at her, “You are awake, Miss. I didn’t want to disturb you and decided to prepare something before you wake up.” Amelia smiled, her gaze moving around the various dishes she already placed on the dinner. Her stomach rumbled but she ignored it, “I need your help, Loveth.” Loveth wiped her hand off her apron; “Anything for you, Miss.” She chuckled, “It’s nothing serious. I just don’t know what to wear.”

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

Yet, she appeared so young and beautiful, with her vibrant smile tuning everything up. “Hi,” I waved at the woman. “Come closer and greet,” Killian said to me. I went closer to the woman. “Good afternoon, ma,” I greeted, expecting nothing but a common reply of her honoring my pleasantry. But she was stuck looking at me like I was something she had never seen, even though I was right before her face. She stood up and her long dark curls poured down, reaching all the way to her buttocks. “My name is Amelia,” She finally spoke. A sweet vibrant melodious voice.

Amelia shook her head and a little sob leaked out from her lips again. “Where’s my wife, Amelia?” I asked her, feeling my heart clenching and my tongue drying out. “I was coming home for the weekend,” Amelia whispered. “I didn’t tell my parents, I wanted to surprise them. I was just going to work on a paper all weekend anyways, so it didn’t matter if they had plans. When I went inside I heard them laughing upstairs, so I snuck up to try and scare them, but I heard more voices and they were in the bedroom, and the door was open and from- from down the hall I saw-” She gulped again, her eyes brimming with tears, and she gagged at what she was picturing. “My Dad and another man were having sex