Treasure Planet Captain Amelia Novels & Stories

Brooke burst into tears at this point where she was standing beside the dais, Sugar had heard the commotion which interrupted his nap and he had wandered out into the yard, Brooke picking him up to comfort herself, and also so he wouldn’t interrupt them. “Yes.” Kris half whispered, his voice failing him. He couldn’t blame his mom for bawling out her eyes, with Ava kneeling there with one of the biggest smiles on her face, stars in her eyes as she looked up at him, it was a miracle he wasn’t in tears yet. He leaned forward to pick her up, disliking the fact that her tender knee was against the hardwood floor. He waited till she slipped the ring on before claiming her lips in a heady kiss, cam

“Don’t be scared. I just need you to be ready to run when the time comes. For now, act cool and normal so that they won’t catch sight of the fact that we know already. Amelia blew hot air out of her lips as she nodded her head calmly. Noah walked over to the door and looked around, hoping that nobody heard what he just said. “I have the treasure with me. Our life would be so good. It’s just about time”, Noah divulged and for a minute, Amelia thought that she had just heard wrongly. She gazed at Noah, her eyes widened and her breath on the rise. Deep down, she felt that she had lost it forever. Hearing that it was in his possession brought an array of emotions.

"Don't worry, Princess Amelia. I saw him strolling to his car this morning. He seems to be in one piece. If he were in bad shape, he'd probably be whisked away on a stretcher by now." Amelia's tense shoulders relaxed as she breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness! I thought I might have inadvertently caused his demise. I had no idea humans were so... delicate." Amelia's expression turned more serious. "Speaking of delicate, Herald… I'm in deep trouble. I think I accidentally spoiled the pearl necklace. It's not reacting anymore. How am I supposed to locate the treasure without it?"

For most part, I thought Derrick was going mad and his intel was wrong, but, after I heard some warriors gossip about Ethan stockpiling for war, I realized we need to act as fast as possible. So, for the last few days, I’ve been hiding in a cave where I set up a base and ordered Marcel to destroy two Deadfang cargo ships. It was a small victory, but all the running and sneaking cost me the most priceless thing I owned—Amelia’s amethyst necklace. I lost it during my first attempt to sneak into Deadfang after the cargo attack, and I never expected that when I tried again tonight, I would find Amelia. Sighing, I run my hand down my face, then focus on watching them again. They both start walkin

I answer, though the nerves are still overwhelming me. “You just called this place home!” Ace rejoices. Wait, did I? Amelia walks further into the room placing her purse and the flower on her desk while she looks around in wonder. “Marcus, this is… it’s so beautiful,” she says turning to me, her eyes lighting up with so many emotions; the candles around the room are reflected in her turquoise eyes making them sparkle like she has stars in her eyes. Or maybe she does. If you told me she’s actually a Goddess, not a mutolupus, I would believe you. “The clothes, the jewellery, the date, now this… I have no words,” she gushes with a bright smile on her face that makes my heart soar.

Amelia. “Remember when you said people don’t change and hated Logan? What happened now?” she asked, Ace’s eyes darkened. “Don’t change the subject. How did you get in?” he demanded. “I crawled in,” she teased, pouting. “I just wanted to… check on these,” she said, pointing at ceramic vases and sculptures. “Take them. They’re useless to me,” Ace replied. Amelia laughed. “My mum, the seer, said you don’t value things until you need them. Keep them—they’ll be useful soon,” she said, crossing her arms like an adult.

"It is his loss if he can't see what an amazing treasure you are. Don't worry, Ame, he will realize his mistake soon enough and he will regret not coming to you sooner. He will understand how blessed he is to have you as his mate. "They say the moon goddess finds the perfect piece of puzzle who fits your soul, as your mate. So why won't he-" Amelia had sobbed like a weakling she was as Cilia hugged her tighter and then Amelia had walked away from the party and hid in the balcony. She hadn't come out until she had to go away. "Ame, Amelia... back to earth." "Sorry," Amelia apologized hurriedly as Cilia's worried eyes found her. "I was thinking about something else."

I hurriedly advanced through the door’s threshold, and one of the maids approached me. “I thought that you wouldn’t go back here anymore, Miss Celestina Villarama…” she worriedly said, which made me tilt my head sideways as I don’t quite remember who she was. “Have you already forgotten who I am? Come on, I’m Amelia, the leader of all the maids in our pack,” she introduced herself. I nodded my head twice to acknowledge that I remembered her now. “Where’s Alpha Siege? I heard that he’s currently not here, but I wasn’t informed of what he was doing,” I asked, curious about what the alpha does during these kinds of times.

‘Cassandra, if I catch you… I will make you pay, ten times over,” I growled internally. I walked out of the doctor's office limping, my butt cheeks hurt like someone jabbed a sword in it. I picked up my phone and called Melissa, at least I had a gold digging wife. She picked up after the first ring. “Hi, so regarding that mysterious investor for the Jewel's empire, I was able to track one out of 30 and counting. They are deeply connected with powerful investors but they are the most powerful, it seems Amy is the richest in the world. We underestimated her.” Melissa said.

Amir recognized the drawings on Amira's arms and that could only be royalty.She was a royal born, a princess. She was indeed a good prize. Amir and his guards went into the woods and he insisted on Amira's company. When they got to the shores of a river, they stopped to have a bath. Amir wasted no time in ordering his men over the side. Amira was ready, too. When he commanded tersely that she remain guarded, she retreated to the stern and sat obediently upon a rowing bench, in false meek ness.