Paano Isinalaysay Ni Amelia Novels & Stories

“You know, ever since I heard your voice, you’ve been sounding suspicious.” Amelia rose gently from her bed. “I’m not a fan of liars.” The nurse fell to her knees, trembling violently. “I didn’t poison it—” “Shhh. Tch, tch, tch. You don’t have to say much.” Amelia used her finger to raise the nurse’s face to hers, her smile never faltering. “I smelled almond faintly. My instincts never lie. I’m not saying everything with almond scent is poison… but yours is. Am I correct?”

I stepped through the side door, my flashlight catching a scatter of oil drums and old rigging ropes. And there she was. Amelia. Sitting cross-legged on an upturned crate, phone in hand, purse slung at her feet. Her hair was pulled back too tight, a neat braid like she thought being tidy would save her. “Adrian,” she called, voice echoing. “Brave of you to come yourself.” I stepped closer, careful not to show the disgust crawling under my ribs. “Brave of you to think you’re worth the effort.” She laughed — short, sharp, like glass shattering. “You know, I didn’t want this. I really didn’t. But you made it so easy. Always so busy protecting your perfect Eliana, your precious legacy.”

She saw a figure standing in front of her, and as soon as she realized it was Melissa, she tried to scream, but Melissa covered her mouth, signaling her to stay quiet. "I'm here to help you get out of here," Melissa said. "What?! Are you crazy? Do you want to die?" Amelia asked in disbelief as Melissa untied the belt that restrained her. As her arms were freed, Amelia felt a strong sense of relief, almost sighing aloud from the pain in her shoulders. "I can't feel my hands," she sobbed. "Hold on, I'll be back. We're going out through the back. I need to clear the way and make sure no guards are on duty. I already gave Jeremy something to put them to sleep—"

AMELIA Last night out was great with Travis . We went for dinner . Then we had a quite enjoyable walk around the river . Well nothing new , we do that everytime we go out for dinner . I hope next time it might be different . “Excuse me , I’m Amelia Harper , the new pianist .” I told the receptionist . she seemed to get it . I’m stepping slowly towards my career and Travis like this . I wish I could move faster . “Oh yeah . One minute I’ll call Miss.Treena . She will tell you what to do . Please wait Miss.Harper.” She said so sweetly in a polite manner .

Amelia suddenly turns around, walking to her bed and she grabs the phone that she had borrowed from one of the guards. Then, she places a call across to her best friend. "Hi, this is Amelia!" Amelia said into the phone. "Ugh! Amelia!!!!!!" The lady over the phone happily screamed excitedly. "Best friend, I need you to come to my aid right now, I'm gonna send you an address, just come over as fast as you can!" Amelia hurriedly said. "Sure! Send me the address now!" The lady said, and Amelia hung up instantly. A smile washes over her face, and she saunters back to the window and she stood.

she smoothened out her frock. Soon, the omelette began to set, its edges curling up like golden petals, but Amelia's heart remained heavy, weighed down by the presence of not only Mrs. Ashford but the other lady in the mansion. Amelia walked back into the hall with a tray of omelettes in her hand. Mrs. Ashford's grin sliced through the air as she announced, "Finally, here comes the omelette." Amelia's hands moved with practiced precision, placing the delicate omelette in front of each seat. She bowed her head, her posture a perfect imitation of a submissive maid. The Ashfords' rules dictated her every move, and she knew better than to deviate.

“We’ll see.” Amelia left the room without bowing her head. ⸻ Alejandro was standing by the window when Amelia walked back in. The room was almost dark, lit only by the cold moonlight. He held a glass of whiskey, but he hadn’t touched it. “What did she want?” he asked. His voice sounded rough, tired. “To tell me the price of your little outburst,” Amelia said. Her calm finally cracked now that she was alone with him. She pulled off her shawl and tossed it on the chair. “She’s giving me one of the Favino companies to fix. A broken one. My test.”

She cried and cried in silence until the water turned cold and Carlie worriedly knocked on the door. “Are you alight, Anne? Need any help?” Amelia wiped out her tears quickly and then answered Carlie with a stuffed nose, “I am okay.” She yelled and then stood up from the bathtub. She put on the suit of convenient clothes Carlie had prepared for her and then walked out of the bathroom. Outside, Carlie was sitting on her bed, devouring a sandwich she had just got from Harold’s fridge. Seeing Amelia walk out, she raised the plate which had a cupcake on it and kindly offered it to her, “You want this?”

I'm Amelia. Amelia sang , flashing me a dazzling smile as she extended her hand and shook my hand ,her grey eyes so vivid in their beauty ,accessed me thoroughly. I shook it politely " Yeah I Know ..I'm-" " -oh don't bother-" she interrupted smoothly "I already know all I care about you." Her tone was airy but dismissive and before I could process that sting ,she sauntered back to Alex . Leaning close,she whispered something in his ear . His eyebrows puckered in fury at first ,then arched in amusement.

Mel had fainted. Amelia rushed to her friend, “Mel!, Mel!... Someone help me! Mel!!!” she screamed rushing down to the kitchen returning with a glass of cold water, she did the first thing she thought of and splashed the glass of water on Mel’s face and Mel jerked up awake. “Please don’t do that to me again, we will find a way, you will not marry Xavier, I will help you” Amelia said holding unto her friend, tears she had tried to hold finally pouring down her eyes, she lifted Mel and hugged her tightly