Amelia Bones Novels & Stories

Amelia’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I turned to her with a small smile. She is ten now, and she has grown into a splitting image of Samantha. Her curly hair is braided in two fishtails down her back and she was wearing a yellow sundress with matching pointe shoes- she must have just finished with dance. I stood up from the basement floor and brushed dust off my trousers, “Are you okay?” She nodded, “What are you doing here?” “I was looking at pictures of your mum,” I admitted and an unreadable expression crossed her face, “Do you want to join me?”

And we think she did it. I rise to my feet, my eyes wide and my brows shooting to my hairline. " What?!" Amelia was the name of the little girl Sirus had allegedly forced into the womb of a human woman. The last time I got information about her, she was doing well in high school and seemed normal. A human. No signs of being a shifter or hybrid. That was a few days ago.

Turning to the armrest, she laid her head there, her eyes glistening, as though tears were threatening to spill. A moment later, Amelia walked in. She was dressed in a sharp navy-blue corporate suit, the blazer hugging her figure perfectly over a crisp white blouse, paired with a sleek pencil skirt that stopped just below her knees. On her feet were pointed black heels, and in her hand, a glossy designer handbag. Her hair was styled in a smooth low bun with soft waves at the front, elegant and professional. But the confidence of her appearance faltered when she saw Hazel. Amelia’s face softened instantly, her painted lips pressing into a thin line. She sighed and walked closer, crouching dow

I pointed to the desk, and Sebastian walked around it, looking for information. Jason and Paul were right behind me as I moved to the center door and knocked lightly. It swung open, and I drew in a sharp breath. Amelia was on the other side. She was no longer the pampered daughter of an alpha. Her once lustrous blond hair hung in dirty hanks around her face, which was covered in bruises. Her frame was borderline skeletal. The bit of cloth that covered her couldn't be called clothing—it was just a scrap of torn and tattered linen hanging from her shoulders by a couple of thin threads. Her arms were lined with cuts and bruises, some a sickly aged yellow and some fresh, while several of the lac

"Sam, is Kristen hiding because she doesn't want to donate her bone marrow to me?" Violet asked pitifully. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. Samuel ruffled her hair affectionately. "Don't worry. It's just leukemia. Even if Kristen doesn't donate her bone marrow to you, I'll search the entire country to find you a match." Violet pouted and said, "My body didn't show any signs of rejection upon receiving Kristen's bone marrow. The doctor said he's never seen two people with such a high level of compatibility."

His brows furrowed at the glass, but he remained silent and unwilling to look at anyone else in the room. Amelia stood before I could address anyone. She was clad in bright red, lips and all. But a small piece of black netting nestled in her braided her. Her own sign of mourning, but a sign of something else as well. There was no stopping Amelia, even when she had lost someone dear to her. Mourning came second to the wishes of this court and the future of our species.

I don't understand when she talk I feel like my heart beat racing and wind catch its speed like it calling me to wake up my friend name is amelia she is perfect girl. she Carring,full of energy, her cooking is unmatchable , she is loving ,cute and bueatifull. she is the girl you can't resist and want to get married amelia:- hi I want to ask something me:- what is that you look so serious tell me did something bothering you amelia:- my father is rich you know that right. and he searching man for me me:- that nice so what happen

The whole room is decorated cream and gold. Amelia closed the door behind me and I was too busy in looking around the room. " Who are you? And how do you know me?" " You are Albert Maverick daughter right?" she ask me. " Yeah, but how do you know it?" " Aisling, did you forgot about me. We were in the same class in school." she said and I tried to run my brain cells as fast as I could to remember her. Finally, I remembered her she was in same class as me Amelia Dawn a highly skilled omega. She wasn't so talkative back then and always kept her mind in studies. She was a brilliant student .

When it was just the three of them, they bowed and left. "Her body is burning." She went on. "Got call, Veronica now!" With a tone that was both icy and slightly worried, he gave an order. He sat gently down next to Amelia and put his hands on her forehead. "Oh my goodness, Amelia! You're burning." He muttered, Ace kept her hands in place while studying her face. Her lashes were long and curly, her skin was pale, her lush lips were pink, and her black, wavy hair bounced all over her body. She truly possessed a pure beauty.