Wooly X Amanda Novels & Stories

Few minutes later, a beep came from Alex phone. Alex grabbed his phone quickly not containing his excitement. "Oh Jojo, I got my first match, and look, she's texted." He went quickly to see her Display picture, but he couldn't see her face probably because she was looking up at the sky and had huge sun glasses on, but Alex could tell she was really beautiful and the killer body she had made him even more satisfied. "Oh Jojo, this is it, I have scored. Cupid really favoured me. What's her name... Amanda Walters." A smirk slowly growed on his face. "Well, hello Amanda."

The moment I stepped into the foyer, a familiar voice called, “Little wolf! You’re growing rounder every time I see you.” “Uncle Yaro!” Amanda shouted and darted into the inner parlor before I could stop her. I followed her with the other kids in tow, and sure enough, Yaro stood in his usual black-and-gold robes, a stack of scrolls under his arm and his beard freshly oiled. Amanda barreled into him, nearly knocking his official papers from his grip. He caught her with one arm, gave her a twirl, and looked at me over her shoulder. “She’s got your mother’s name, and now, she’s taking her eyes.”

Amara asked, holding up a stuffed toy. Cristy shrugged. “You need whatever makes you happy.” “I want two,” Amara said, loud enough for Windy to hear from the next aisle. “Then two it is.” Windy stood near the perfume counter, pretending to smell testers, while peeking from the corner of her eye. She snapped a few discreet photos of Amara sniffing scented candles and giggling at bubble-shaped shoes. “She’s hopeless,” Windy muttered into her phone later. “They bought junk. The Musk girl is an absolute airhead.”

Amanda sniffs, picking a few shards of glass out of her hair. We rise together, and I take a moment to look at my friend. I didn’t think I’d ever see her again, not while being tortured by Kane. “How are you?” I ask. Amanda inhales sharply, blinking to clear the tears from her eyes, and then gives me a fox-like smile. “Bored out of my fucking mind. I’ve been hosting tea parties for the wives of the commanders since I returned to Veiled Valley. That’s literally all I’ve done. They believe I’m about to become Luna and have been trying to weasel their way into my good graces.” She arches a copper brow at me. “You still plan on being Luna, right? The last time I saw you and Ryatt together, you w

Amanda,a twenty four years old woman with a height of about one hundred and sixty two centimeters, a left side entrenched dimple,an intoxicating smile and a set of white teeth that complemented her beauty. She was putting on a white inner sleeve shirt under her black branded suit and a black suit skirt. She had a designer watch strapped around her frail wrist. Her hair was neatly braided to french plaits and held in place by a red flowered ribbon. She smelled of cherry fragranced perfume. Leo looked up from his desk into her smiley face. Amanda was the backbone he had that made office work easier and less stressful for him. “Good morning Amanda”Leo said half-smiling.

Lol. I walked out to a gaping Lola who was really clapping and acting all hysterical, seriously this girl was the most dramatic person I had ever met and have you met Amanda? She forced me to twirl or rather pushed me to twirl while spewing a lot of compliments about how beautiful I looked and finally plopping me down on a chair where she began to work on my hair and the minimal make up I had requested for, seriously there was no escaping this girl.

Owen Wells went to the helicopter to fetch his fiancée. He greeted everyone, then he approached his fiancée with a big smile on his face. He looked at her with gentleness in his eyes and said, “You are beautiful, my love.” Amanda smiled brightly at her fiancé and replied, “You are handsome too, my love.” Amanda was beautiful in a dark purple custom-made knee-high dress. It was hugging her curves perfectly. The stunning dress was prepared by Owen.

she said softly. “Why can’t I wear it now?” Joel mumbled, his lips curving downward, his eyes sad. “Because if you do, it’ll get dirty and rough before two days, and Mr. Hero Man never looks rough,” Amanda explained. That explanation alone was enough to convince Joel to finally agree to take the suit off. Amanda chuckled as she watched him leave, then looked at her reflection one last time in the mirror, acknowledging she was too beautiful to be ignored by Damien during the party. It was a very nice and beautiful dress. She decided to take it off and have it packaged for her.

"Hey. I didn't recognize the number." "Oh, it's a new work line I had to set up for the boutique," Amanda said, her tone carrying that effortless, vibrant energy she always wore like a shield. Amanda, thirty-eight, a master stylist, and a whirlwind of chic sophistication. She is the only person who could look at my five-foot-eleven frame and know exactly how to drape it in fabric that made me feel like a queen rather than a giant. "Listen, darling, I know it's late notice, but I was just thinking about you, I'm finishing up a styling session near the Upper East Side and I wanted to check in. How are things at home? How is Leonard?"

Lila muttered, her gaze fixated on the unfolding scene as a man emerged from the front passenger seat, smoothly opening the door for Amanda. "She's just doing her job," I responded. Amanda had chosen a casual yet stylish summer outfit—a loose-fitting white tank top paired with dark navy high-waisted trousers. She added an air of sophistication with a pair of oversized, square-shaped black sunglasses. Spotting us, her face lit up with a radiant smile, and she waved before making her way over. I saw Lila roll her eyes from the corners of my eyes, and she retrieved her sunglasses, slipping them on with, her head slightly away from Amanda with an air of disinterest.