Amelia Shepherd Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I don't have any idea where she is. But I can assure you that she's still building her army of hybrid?" "Why? What's her purpose from all of this anyway? What will she get from this? As a former Alpha and her sister, you should know what she wants," Val questioned, seeing that she also wanted me to talk to Sarah to make her mentally defenseless. So that she could find the answers to her questions. Sarah chuckled bitterly. "Amelia is not really my sister. She's——She's the Phantom's long kept secret." I frowned. "What do you mean she's not your sister?"

I think I know she’s lying, and my brother is telling the truth. Alexander turned my head to look at him. “What are you doing? You’re not supposed to threaten her like that. She’s already scared enough. Can’t you do something to help her?” he whispered to me. I whispered back to him, “You don’t understand what I’m trying to do. Just watch and learn, big brother.” Amelia immediately went on her knees. “I’m not trying to lie to you, Your Highness. I’m telling you the truth—I am the spy.”

After work, Amelia left the advertising studio. Alex came over right after Amelia returned home. "Amelia, I heard the female celebrity called Ava got beaten up. I saw a video online of the person who beat her up. It looked a lot like you. Was it you?" Amelia nodded. "I didn't think of beating her up at first. She was the one who provoked me." "Well, you should have beaten her up anyway!" Alex scorned. "She's just a mistress that breaks up the relationships of others. By how she flaunts, does she think she's Liam's wife?"

he inquired, his voice full of hope. Amelia’s face eased as a small smile formed at the corner of her mouth. “I’ll just say I have my motivations,” she uttered, vaguely, letting her eyes tell a tale of uncertainty. For a moment more, Robert watched her silently, his mind once again overloaded with doubts. "If I am going to do all this, I’d appreciate the truth," he said, his voice resolute. Amelia sighed and continued, her gaze determining as she was ready to finally tell him the truth about her identity. "Very well," she sighed taking a deep breath. “Hi, I’m Amelia O’Neil , and I’m Stephan’s fiancée.”

"Tell that to the people who would love to listen to your lies because you are nothing but a pathetic one at that. I have listened and watched you run your race for so long but I am going to be the breaking point. If you believe that you can get away with your traps, darling, you have met your match." "Maybe just maybe if you were able to listen to somebody else except yourself you will be able to see that I am not the villain like you want to paint me to be and that I have the best interests at heart even if you do not recognize it!" Amelia ended up yelling at the top of her voice, yet losing her momentum, as a splitting headache overwhelmed her, causing her to collapse. "Holy shit." Hunter

Somewhere out there, Amelia was tucking a child into bed, laughing over dinner, living a life she was never meant to have. And Ethan Liam— A man I had never crossed paths with directly—had unknowingly stepped into my chessboard. “You should know,” Lisa added carefully, “she didn’t look afraid.” I laughed softly, humorless. “Amelia was never afraid.” That had always been her most dangerous trait. “She’s building something,” Lisa said. “Whatever this is—it’s not temporary.” I turned back to her, my expression hardening. “Then we dismantle it slowly.” “Mother—”

Rory’s finger hovered over the wiki link, wondering if he was ready to go down the rabbit hole of his brother’s girlfriend. But curiosity killed the cat, and satisfaction brought it back, so he clicked on it. Amelia was a model, a very stunning model. She had a curvy figure, and she was just as tall as Harvey, not taller, but she reached his shoulders from the pictures he saw of them—though she was on heels. Without them, she was still tall. She had high cheekbones, which were just right with her angular face and sharp jawlines. She had long, always dyed hair in blonde and any other color. Defined brows, full lips, and perfectly contoured makeup.

“Too grown.” Amelia wore a long blue dress. Her hair was braided with small white flowers. She moved through the crowd, greeting everyone. She laughed, hugged the old women, and danced with the younger ones. The whole pack loved her. She was kind, just like her father. And strong, like both of us.

Introducing myself, I smile as the she-wolf takes my hand in hers with a firm grip, a small smile on her face as she shakes it. "Amelia Farefield from Silver Birch. Also future Alpha.” The she-wolf Amelia replies, letting go of my hand to lean against a tree. “Sorry about tackling you earlier. I thought you were up to something because I caught you staring at my beta Grace Harvest at the clearing earlier. I am actually looking for her.” She continues, her eyes still watching me with some weariness. I smile sheepishly, trying to figure out who she is talking about. “What does this Grace Harvest look like?” I ask, running a hand through my hair and yawning. I needed sleep soon but I have a fee