Amelia Bones 소설 & 이야기

From where Maya was standing she couldn’t make out Amelia’s mother’s features but just by the way she held herself, her outfit sitting effortlessly on her body and the rifle confidently in her hand, she knew that this lady was the source and reason for the outstanding genes that ran in this family’s DNA. “Amelia.” Her mother announced as she bounced down the stairs. Her body didn’t correlate to the class of age that she probably belonged to. She seemed just as fit as Maya, if not more. There was no traces of back pain, knee pain or even arthritis commonly found in a person of her age. To say that Maya was impressed was an understatement. When the doors of the car opened simultaneously, it wa

Amelia didn't want to turn back, but if she pretended not to hear, Jenny might whisper something in Alex's ear again and Alex would come after her again. She turned her head and looked at the two men coldly. Alex froze for a moment. Amelia was bright and beautiful with exquisite makeup. She always used to wear straight hair, or long hair pulled back in the head, but today her long hair permed into wavy curls, with exquisite features and a lustrous red dress. She looks like a genie in the dark as sexy and seductive.

I asked her, feeling concerned because I didn't want anything happening to her when she went to her mother's. Amelia nodded her head, "yes, I'll be fine. I guess it's time..." she cleared her throat, "I guess it's time that I finally try to mend our relationship. She's not a bad person, she just made a lot of bad decisions," Amelia tucked her yellow hair behind her ears. She was so young, looking at her now I realise that she’s a child- literally. Amelia is only 16 years old and it breaks my heart to know that she had witnessed what had happened last night.

"Now do you finally comprehend the mathematics of my design, Lorenzo?" She leaned forward, her eyes locking entirely onto Lorrie’s pale face. "Why do you think I have spent twenty-four years tirelessly turning over every stone in this country searching for a ghost, Lorrie?" Lorrie’s heart stopped beating entirely, a cold dread freezing her veins. "No... it's not possible..." Amelia’s smile stretched to its breaking point. "Yes, my dear. It is entirely possible." She took one slow, deliberate step closer to the camera lens. "You were never an accident of birth. You were never mere collateral damage in Lorenzo's corporate web. You..."

Amelia said touching the tip of my hair and moving away from her “But let me tell you, you are still the fat and fucking ugly bitch no one wants. You can try and change your appearance but it is in your genes and genes can’t be changed” she laughed “Maybe a gifted doctor could be your only chance” she added laughing even louder “No one wants a face filled with silicon, fillers, and fucking plastic like yours” May shot when words flew out of my mouth “You fucking bitch” Amelia raised her hand about to slap May when I caught it halfway

She was planning to seek bail for Flora but when she found out the reason behind her arrest, she fainted. … “Good morning mother.” Bellamy greeted as she walked into the queen’s chamber. She was Alicent and Melinda who helped her dress up. “I hope you slept well.” Bellamy said with a huge smile. “Yes I did.” Queen Minerva said and she hugged her. “I’m so glad you’re back.” Bellamy said softly. “Me too. I guess I have lots of work to cover.” “No. The only thing you have to do is rest.” Bellamy said and held her palms.

Adrian looked at Amelia carefully. "This is your decision." The responsibility settled heavily onto her shoulders. Slowly, Amelia walked toward the door. Sophie immediately followed. "Please be careful." Amelia nodded. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached for the lock. One breath. Then another. And finally,she opened the door. The woman standing outside barely looked like the person from the old photos. Lena was pale. Thin. Fragile. Her dark hair hung loosely around her face. Hospital wristbands still circled one wrist.

Chapter 2: The Rot Beneath The next morning, Atlas wakes with the shape of the girl still burned into his mind. Her white hair, the way she didn’t move even when the wind picked up. She’d looked like she belonged there, a fixture among the dead. His dreams hadn’t been any kinder. He’d dreamt of bones beneath his skin, shifting like they were trying to get out. He'd dreamt of voices whispering in the dark, too low to understand but heavy with meaning.

It has been 5 days since I last saw Amelia, she didn’t come to the office, I don’t have her phone number nor did I receive a call from her, it’s a pleasure working with you I said as I stood up shaking hands with a new investor in my company. It’s currently 3:30 in the afternoon, I walked out of the office and straight to my car, I drove off to Amelia house to check up on her, upon reaching her house I saw her boyfriend with that her friend from the club holding hands walking into a shop, they seem too close to each other, I drove off to the house, I knocked on the door but no answer, I was about to head back to my car but my instinct told me something is wrong, I opened the door, it was not

Amelia stared at her reflection in the mirror, smiling to herself before doing a little twirl. Dressed in a navy bodycon dress that was knee length and her usually pin-straight brown hair falling to her shoulders in glossy waves, she was ready for her date with James. It was a Friday evening and James had mentioned taking her on a date just to enjoy the evening after having a hectic week at work. Amelia was excited to be spending some alone time with James. She couldn’t remember a time she’d ever gone out with him without having Dora as a company. Although her daughter wouldn’t be pleased with the arrangement, she had no doubt that James would find a means to pacify her. And just like she’d