Amanda Gooden Novels & Stories

Amanda replied, " Work was so good. Today is my happiest day because I have a good news." Elvis pretending not to know what she was about to say to him asked, " what is the good news?" Amanda while smiling said, " I got a promotion today. I was promoted to the post of a Manager. It was a great miracle because I never expected it, at least not now. I am so happy. The position came with an increase in salary, a new house and an exotic car. Elvis. . .sorry, my love you will never lack anything again. You will be coming to see me in my house without being insulted by my mother and sister. You really have to discard that motorcycle of yours. You can be using my old car or I will get a new one f

“Choked on my drink, that’s all.” “Careful. Don’t spill anything on the carpet,” I said. He scowled. “Funny.” They must have felt the tense energy between us, so Alex interrupted. “How is your new product going, Amanda?” “I am still working on it. I promise that this time it won’t fail. I am hoping to go somewhere tomorrow and get one last ingredient.” He was puzzled. “I thought you received it this morning.” “It’s a last-minute thing. I already called the place and Diego has agreed to come, right Diego?” I turned to him. His eyes bulged out of his face.

Jason was her friend but she wasn't supposed to talk much to him cause I heard he had a serious crush on her but I know she never did see him in that way so it is better not to lead him on I thought. I called out Becky. She waved me and I introduced her to Andrew. She mouthed H.O.T to me. I rolled my eyes. "Hi, I am Liam!" said a tall guy with green eyes gazing. "Becky. Pleasure!" She held her hand for a handshake. I was like what? Why is she being weird acting all formal? I had no clue. "I am June! " I smiled. He reflected back our smiles.

Speaking into the microphone, she said, "Welcome to the party, everybody. Let's have fun tonight!" Applause resounded from below, capturing everyone's attention on Amanda. "Wow, Miss Amanda looks stunning tonight! She's the goddess of my dreams..." Amanda was dressed in a dark velvet backless gown, featuring a high slit that showcased her elegant legs. The back of the gown was open, revealing the radiant fair skin on her back. Due to her arms not being fully recovered, she wore black lace arm casts. Her hair was styled in a bun, and a luxurious diamond necklace adorned her neck. Under the lights, she exuded an aura of elegance and charm.

"It belongs to the pack. Now, get out." Mom nudged my arm, pushing me away softly. "Annie, please, let's just go. Don't argue with an Alpha!" In the overwhelming worries intermingled with fear, gathering our belongings felt like losing all hopes. My mom threw my clothes into a duffel bag, her hands shaking. "Cassandra called me yesterday," she revealed in a whisper. "She said Damon was serious about leaving you. She offered to help me get a job outside the Academy's territory if I made sure you never pursued this wolf dream again. I just wanted you to be safe, Annie. I didn't want you to get involved with these powerful Lords."

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

The girls mostly rolled their eyes at the guys behaviour, I found it adorable how concerned they were for our safety. We browsed through Forever 21 picking items for ourselves and each other while they all told me a little about their lives. Amanda is 17, she has natural Platinum blonde hair and enticing grey eyes, her personality is far from what you would expect though; she is bubbly, loud and straight forward. At first she comes off as rude, but I could tell that she meant well.

Lily had said, and Shawn couldn’t say no to his little sister. So now, on this stormy Friday night, Shawn waits by the curb outside the restaurant. It doesn’t take long before Amanda steps out with her coworkers, chatting and laughing under the awning. Her amber hair is swept into a high bun, and she’s dressed in a black leather jacket over a loose turtleneck sweater. She’s wearing deep blue flared jeans and black platform boots, carrying a black leather motorcycle bag in one hand. A gray scarf hangs loosely from her wrist, and in her other hand, she juggles several gift bags, each wrapped with care.

Her silk robe probably costs more than Carlton's college tuition. A maid—young, practiced, invisible—pours white wine into her glass with the precision of someone who's performed this ritual a thousand times. Delinda doesn't acknowledge her. The girl might as well be furniture. Amanda sits across from me, her legs crossed beneath the table, her expression carefully neutral in that way that screams she's paying attention to everything. She's sixteen and already dangerous in ways that would terrify most people. She terrifies me sometimes. It's 8:47 AM.

The latter cheerfully threw it over his shoulder. After opening a large metal cabinet of uniforms, Amanda pulled one that suited her - a black and pink jumpsuit - that screamed ‘drive expert.’ She disappeared into the changing room and appeared moments later clad in it with her hair tied into a high ponytail. “You done for the day?” Matteo asked as he stood in the same viewing area yesterday. Amanda nodded once. “Yeah, ” she said and raised her arms over her head for a stretching exercise.