Wooly X Amanda Novels & Stories

Few minutes later, a beep came from Alex phone. Alex grabbed his phone quickly not containing his excitement. "Oh Jojo, I got my first match, and look, she's texted." He went quickly to see her Display picture, but he couldn't see her face probably because she was looking up at the sky and had huge sun glasses on, but Alex could tell she was really beautiful and the killer body she had made him even more satisfied. "Oh Jojo, this is it, I have scored. Cupid really favoured me. What's her name... Amanda Walters." A smirk slowly growed on his face. "Well, hello Amanda."

The moment I stepped into the foyer, a familiar voice called, “Little wolf! You’re growing rounder every time I see you.” “Uncle Yaro!” Amanda shouted and darted into the inner parlor before I could stop her. I followed her with the other kids in tow, and sure enough, Yaro stood in his usual black-and-gold robes, a stack of scrolls under his arm and his beard freshly oiled. Amanda barreled into him, nearly knocking his official papers from his grip. He caught her with one arm, gave her a twirl, and looked at me over her shoulder. “She’s got your mother’s name, and now, she’s taking her eyes.”

Amara asked, holding up a stuffed toy. Cristy shrugged. “You need whatever makes you happy.” “I want two,” Amara said, loud enough for Windy to hear from the next aisle. “Then two it is.” Windy stood near the perfume counter, pretending to smell testers, while peeking from the corner of her eye. She snapped a few discreet photos of Amara sniffing scented candles and giggling at bubble-shaped shoes. “She’s hopeless,” Windy muttered into her phone later. “They bought junk. The Musk girl is an absolute airhead.”

Amanda sniffs, picking a few shards of glass out of her hair. We rise together, and I take a moment to look at my friend. I didn’t think I’d ever see her again, not while being tortured by Kane. “How are you?” I ask. Amanda inhales sharply, blinking to clear the tears from her eyes, and then gives me a fox-like smile. “Bored out of my fucking mind. I’ve been hosting tea parties for the wives of the commanders since I returned to Veiled Valley. That’s literally all I’ve done. They believe I’m about to become Luna and have been trying to weasel their way into my good graces.” She arches a copper brow at me. “You still plan on being Luna, right? The last time I saw you and Ryatt together, you w

Amanda,a twenty four years old woman with a height of about one hundred and sixty two centimeters, a left side entrenched dimple,an intoxicating smile and a set of white teeth that complemented her beauty. She was putting on a white inner sleeve shirt under her black branded suit and a black suit skirt. She had a designer watch strapped around her frail wrist. Her hair was neatly braided to french plaits and held in place by a red flowered ribbon. She smelled of cherry fragranced perfume. Leo looked up from his desk into her smiley face. Amanda was the backbone he had that made office work easier and less stressful for him. “Good morning Amanda”Leo said half-smiling.

Lol. I walked out to a gaping Lola who was really clapping and acting all hysterical, seriously this girl was the most dramatic person I had ever met and have you met Amanda? She forced me to twirl or rather pushed me to twirl while spewing a lot of compliments about how beautiful I looked and finally plopping me down on a chair where she began to work on my hair and the minimal make up I had requested for, seriously there was no escaping this girl.

Owen Wells went to the helicopter to fetch his fiancée. He greeted everyone, then he approached his fiancée with a big smile on his face. He looked at her with gentleness in his eyes and said, “You are beautiful, my love.” Amanda smiled brightly at her fiancé and replied, “You are handsome too, my love.” Amanda was beautiful in a dark purple custom-made knee-high dress. It was hugging her curves perfectly. The stunning dress was prepared by Owen.

However, she needed to be more sure about Emma's true intentions. "My friend? What do we have in common?" Amanda asked, looking at Emma skeptically. Emma tilted her head and added, "We are both beautiful and talented women who have been held back by terrible men." Despite still being cautious, Amanda recognized the sincerity in Emma's words. "Fine," Amanda replied, her gaze locked onto Emma. The two girls sat side by side, indulging in the night with their glasses of wine. Perhaps due to the alcohol, Amanda began to reveal her vulnerable and fearful side to Emma without any guard up. Emma smiled contentedly as her plan showed some promising progress.

Amanda said angrily. "Mom, I can't afford to lose oliver.please do everything.I want to marry him as soon as possible" Andrea said crying. “Don't worry okay? She will pay for it! I will not allow that woman to destroy and defile the name of my son! "Said amanda angrily.

The wind teased her hair, threatening to unravel the bond that held it in place. “I come here when it gets too much to handle downstairs,” Amanda mumbled, dropping onto one of the seats overlooking the city. Veil followed her lead, sitting gingerly for fear that the dress would rip from a wrong move. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. The city lights shone in the distance, like a constellation of stars gathered in one spot. Oddly, the sight relaxed her bones, and Veil settled comfortably into the seat. “You know Anders loves you, right?” Amanda said all of a sudden, gazing at Veil.