Amelia Bones 소설 & 이야기

The lines are precise, sharp, and dripping with raw talent. I lean closer, my nose twitching as I inhale her scent. She smells of vanilla, fresh ice, and the lingering, dominant trace of Kaelen Blackthorne. It makes my wolf growl deep in my chest. I want to wash his scent off her skin. I want to paint her in my own. "She is a designer for the Ironvale hockey leagues, isn't she?" Amelia's voice whispers from the door, startling me. She is staring at the drawing with wide, envious eyes. "She told me she designs the armor for the All-Stars."

"You think any of those sensors beat your guilt?" I opened my mouth to fire back when another voice cut in. The soft click of stilettos striking concrete. Cold climbed from my spine to my neck. That sound had echoed in my head too many times: the waiting room, the office, the video calls with eyeliner too perfect. Amelia. She stepped through the doorway. The overhead light carved her silhouette first. Long beige trench coat, belt cinched tight. Her blow-dried blonde hair skimmed her shoulders. Her lips were painted red. Cherry Flame, the one she once complained to Sophia made her look "aggressive."

Amelia said, coming forward, her hips swaying seductively. It was usual for the females in his kingdom to try getting his attention, only that he wasn't interested in them. He just wanted that long lost treasure, but at the moment he seemed to have fallen for the young damsel who came in with Amelia. King Azalea's gaze fell on the beautiful young brown haired lady, as she followed Amelia towards him. Alicia's hands were clenched together and her arms were filled with goosebumps. She was nervous. "This is Alicia Smith. She ran away from her pack." Amelia said.

Some said she vanished following her treachery. Others pledged she never departed; rather, she was buried alive inside his kingdom. But the truth? Celina was present here. And she was searching for me. --------- **Amelia’s POV** She step in. Not rushing. Not timid. She traveled as though she owned the walls. Celina. She was not tall, but her presence dominated the room. Red lipstick, black boots, long legs. Though her makeup was strong, it couldn’t conceal the craziness dancing in her eyes.

Amy said with her hands clasped together, her eyes were shining while looking at Amelia. Amelia had her long curly brown hair braided and tied in a half knot with small flowers attached to the braid. The dress that she chose showed her prominent collarbones and subtly revealed her evident curves. She wore dainty accessories that complimented the dress and on her left finger was the ring that Damian gave her. Because she already had a natural beauty, she only wore light makeup. Truly, Amelia looked like a fairy who descended on the human realm. "Madam Lia! You're really beautiful! Just like a princess!" Maisy commented loudly.

Then, he started the needle treatment. Amelia was indeed injured. Fortunately, her bones were undamaged. Otherwise, it would be a little troublesome. If her bones were injured, even if he was a genius doctor, it would take at least a week to heal. David started to promote blood circulation within Amelia. As long as her bones were fine, this small problem could be described as a piece of cake for David, who had studied Somerland Ancient Traditional Medicine. Soon after, the redness and swelling dissipated. David removed the needles and said after turning around, “It’s done. See if you can walk.”

They said that deep down in your bones, you had the blood of lowliness, and that you were foolish and stupid. Only when you were victorious, are strengths considered as strengths. Amelia didn't know if these photos could awaken even a small group of people. But as long as those little undead trapped in the formation could pass away, it would be enough. Through the fog and heavy snow that filled the streets. Amelia saw the woman who had been bedridden before in the crowd. She still had a pale face, so thin that her clothes couldn't fill her up, and they were worn-out. The pair of red high-heeled shoes on her feet was the only thing on her body that had color.

When she saw Daciana’s appearance and reaction, she was able to deduce that she was either Damon’s fiancée or his wife. Amelia attempted to study her dress and she couldn’t help but be a bit surprised. Her alluring and tight-fitting dress would definitely make a man want to approach her. She wore a red, tight-fitting, armless gown, which exposed her smooth, white, and slender legs. Her cleavage was exposed, almost giving a view of her voluptuous jugs of hers. A pair of black shoes to match up. She also wore stockings and she looked so hot. Her blond and curly hair added to her beauty finished with her blue eyes. She looked perfect. Amelia was still dazed about the dress and she had some susp

Amelia shook the glass in her hand, rotating the champagne on it. She smirked and took both the bottle and glass to the restroom. She emptied them and washed them vigorously. She then dumped them in the trash can in her room. Amelia sighed and walked to her wardrobe. Instead of bringing out a dress, she brought two large plastic bags, which would be used in wrapping their bodies up. She walked to the bed and dropped the plastic bags, she left the room and went to call her maid. Her maid was her accomplice.