Wooly X Amanda Novels & Stories

"Hey. I didn't recognize the number." "Oh, it's a new work line I had to set up for the boutique," Amanda said, her tone carrying that effortless, vibrant energy she always wore like a shield. Amanda, thirty-eight, a master stylist, and a whirlwind of chic sophistication. She is the only person who could look at my five-foot-eleven frame and know exactly how to drape it in fabric that made me feel like a queen rather than a giant. "Listen, darling, I know it's late notice, but I was just thinking about you, I'm finishing up a styling session near the Upper East Side and I wanted to check in. How are things at home? How is Leonard?"

Lila muttered, her gaze fixated on the unfolding scene as a man emerged from the front passenger seat, smoothly opening the door for Amanda. "She's just doing her job," I responded. Amanda had chosen a casual yet stylish summer outfit—a loose-fitting white tank top paired with dark navy high-waisted trousers. She added an air of sophistication with a pair of oversized, square-shaped black sunglasses. Spotting us, her face lit up with a radiant smile, and she waved before making her way over. I saw Lila roll her eyes from the corners of my eyes, and she retrieved her sunglasses, slipping them on with, her head slightly away from Amanda with an air of disinterest.

She lifts her head up as we approach, her cheeks turning red when she catches sight of Gabe behind me. “Hey, Boss. Good morning,” she says with a smile. I give her a hug “Hello, Amanda.” “Hey, Gabe…” she whispers, and the two of them just stare at each other for a few moments until I break the silence. “Hey, Amanda,” Gabe adds softly, settling on her left side. “Do we have any new clients?” I ask as I slide into the chair on her right, leaning to peek at her screen. “Yes,” she says, using her fingers to point. “These two are in Wyoming. They want to purchase some items off the website.”

The glass shattered, minor sparks flew up before it died completely. "Oops." Amanda sneered before walking past her toward the courtyard. Willow watched after her, her hair swaying like a delicate curtain against her black sweater. She felt a sharpness in her chest that she didn't recognize before as she watched the girl that continuously tormented her. Die. The thought scared Willow so much that she felt the sting of tears threatening to expose themselves. She picked up her broken phone and walked out to the courtyard. In her surprise, she found Amanda talking to Roy and another sharp pain triggered her. Amanda was playing with her hair flirtatiously while Roy was holding his backpack to hi

"I'm scared, why are you talking this way? Are you in some kind of trouble, I can help." No one could help. They just couldn't. "I'm fine, Molly, just do as I said, please." I could see Amanda approach us, she had on a black, turtleneck cashmere sweater on sleek, blue jeans and her honey blonde hair was in a high ponytail. She was every bit the Queen bee the school made her and her pretty face split into a wide smile as she approached us. I couldn't help thinking that I was involved with both their love interests, if only they knew.

Reaching out for a light glow in my mind, I softly place my palm on her wound. A soft glow surrounds my fingers then slips into the wound sealing it quickly like nothing had happened. “What just happened”, I scream in my mind. “You'll understand soon, dearest”, answers Willow. I subtly threw a glance over my shoulders, making sure no one saw this. “You made it all better, Miss”, Amanda says, pulling me from my thoughts. “I'm happy I helped you feel better”, I reply with a faint smile. “Can we keep this as our little secret, yeah?”

A couple of hours later,astride a huge horse, with a wide hat on her head, following Xavier,she knew nice didn't do it justice. Amanda couldn't help a burgeoning feeling of something scarily like joy from expanding her chest as she rode slowly on her horse. Just then, Xavier stopped his horse and looked back.He sat with easy grace in his saddle,lean and awe-inspiring.Black jeans moulded to hard thighs muscles.Amanda gripped her reins hard.She'd been avoiding looking at him ever since she'd watched him swing all too lithely into his saddle. He smiled."Do you want to give these boys their heads?"

She saw Amanda tap Lilly on the shoulder, and when Lilly turned, Amanda's voice became loud enough to catch the attention of those nearby. "Excuse me, miss," Amanda said with a haughty tone, "but I'm afraid you might be lost. This section of the party is reserved for those who actually belong here." Lilly raised an eyebrow, unfazed by Amanda's attempt at intimidation. "Oh? And who are you to decide who belongs here?" Just by a look, she knows she one of Helena pawns. Her sister really knows how to manipulate her people. Amanda puffed up, clearly pleased with the audience she was gathering. "I’m Amanda Blackwood, and I know everyone who’s worth knowing. You, however, seem out of place. Why do

She got hair with shiny and silky looks, she got it the best from the best salon. "I just want to be close to you.. is that wrong?" Amanda asked, she is very close to Logan, she wants to put her chest on Logan's chest, so that the man knows… this chest is ready for him to squeeze and enjoy. She will give him everything...even the craziest idea. "I do not want to... luckily I am still normal and sane." Logan answered looking straight into Amanda's eyes. "Even with everything I have, you still won't, you don't want to touch this...you can lick it if you want?" Amanda is now stroking her two breasts, giving a sexy impression to the man.

She blew out the wisp of hair that sat in front of her face , and smiled at me, her expression mad and deliberately provoking. It's like she wanted me to hurt her. Almost as though she derived some kind of sick pleasure from it. Lucky for her, I was happy to oblige her. "You're right. There is a difference between you and Evelyn." I said and moved to get a bigger needle and the jar of Wolfsbane that Liam brought. I filled the needle with Wolfsbane, and watched Amanda's eyes grow wide with actual fear when she saw it. "Evelyn would never hurt a fly, no matter how pesky it is. But not you. You'd hurt even a stray dog just to prove that you can."