Princess Amelia Wu Age Novels & Stories

Amelia rolled her eyes at Amerie's words and, without any reserve, sat on the chair that was in front of Amerie as she waved her hand to the maid. It was as if she was the heiress of the house than Amerie. Amelia Voulir, Amerie's second cousin and the only daughter of the Voulir house, waltz into the garden with a sour expression on her face. Amelia has golden hair that glistens under the sun while her eyes were a lighter blue. She is a beauty, no doubt about that, but she is nowhere near Amerie's. The maid beside Amerie glanced at her as she showed calmness despite the disrespect that Amelia showed, but deep inside she is annoyed by her actions.

She decides it's a good idea, she finishes the water and grabs more then goes into her room to undress to join her Dad in the sauna. She grabs a towel and wraps it around her nubile body. Amelia is a college freshman at the nearby university, fortunately, she had excellent grades through high school and received a full scholarship. She is 19 and very fit having been a swimmer for the school and every chance she had growing up. She has straight Black hair to her shoulders, a smooth caramel skin tone with deep brown eyes thanks to her Latina mother.

* 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?*

His gaze fixed on me as I quietly held the phone to my ear. "I want nothing " I whispered to Mrs Hilton and am sure Gale heard me. " Amelia stop joking around, You're an orphan though you have some achievements they can't be enough but if.. you leave my son I will offer you more and make you one of the top lawyers in the country. I will give you a blank check and a house in one of the best villas in town and more "

“No, Amelia. Follow me home. I’ll make you dinner, and I’ll help you clean your bag too. Just follow me home. Please. I haven’t seen such an amazing person in a long time.” Amelia looked at her and smiled faintly. She bounced her head, and the woman hurriedly ignited the engine. “Thank you so much. I can’t wait to know more about you. How old are you, Amelia?” She asked. “I’m twenty. I’ll be twenty-one in a few months.” “You’re a big girl. What do you do?” “I have graduated from the university, and I’m working at the Ja’ Park’s tertiary company. I’m the secretary of the CEO.”

Amelia chuckled and pressed the number for her floor. ‘He’s so cute.’ She thought to herself and rubbed her arms, she could still feel his muscular arms wrapped around her. Amelia Scott was a famous celebrity in Country B. She had released a lot of famous songs since her debut years ago. It could be said that she was successful in her career. At 28, she was worth a few million dollars but she didn’t do well in the relationship department.

I won’t allow it… never. I’m Amilia Vlad, and I’m a Pureblood Vampire; I’m twenty-eight years old, and I’m Princess of the Kingdom of Constanta, and I’m not planning on finding my mate because my mate is dead already. I’m Princess of the Sapphire eyes, and I hold tragic secrets that no one has to find, even if it means I have to kill everyone.

Everyone was shocked, especially Veronica. Her mouth was agape, and she forgot to maintain her usual nobility! How could this be possible? Did she hear it wrong?! Amelia, who was only twenty-four this year, right? Camille was four years older than her and had been in the fashion industry for ten years, often participating in Paris Fashion Week and winning many international awards. How could Amelia, a rural caregiver, be Camille’s master? This joke was too big, wasn’t it?!

Dreamers wrote prayers. Even the President’s daughter, Amelia Grace, began trending. Old images of her younger days resurfaced. Her winning smile at age eleven, her championship photo beside her white stallion, the tragic footage of the accident. The world was falling in love with a ghost they had mourned… and pinning their hope on a woman they had nearly burned.

To me, he was just annoying. I’m Amelia, twenty-two, blonde, and trying to finish my last year of college without losing my mind. I run every morning, study late, and keep my room clean. Luca works from home doing God-knows-what on his laptop and spends the rest of his time finding new ways to get under my skin.