Amanda M. Storie
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- ⭐ 7.5
- 📚 2
About me
Greetings! I am Deborah Bello, a proficient ghostwriter passionate about constructing narratives that evoke emotional connections, provide knowledge, and stir inspiration. Over more than one year of committed professional experience in the respective domain, I have refined my abilities to convert your concepts into captivating narratives that effectively convey your distinct voice and vision.
Novels

- Author: Amanda M. Storie
- Status: Ongoing
- Age Rating: 18+
- 👁 121
- ⭐ 7.5
When Mitchell Lawson takes a job as secretary to the ruthless and enigmatic CEO Anthony Martins, she's drawn to his looks and commanding presence. But his arrogant attitude pushes her buttons. As she struggles to make ends meet for her family, Mitchell's world spirals out of control - her mother's health declines, her father's threats escalate, and she fights to keep her baby sister out of foster care. Meanwhile, Anthony faces his own demons: a power-hungry half-brother who'll stop at nothing to steal the company, and a mother who's forcing him into a loveless marriage. Yet, amidst the chaos, his fascination with Mitchell grows. As they navigate their treacherous paths, they must confront their deepest fears and desires. Will they find a way to be together, or will their differences tear them apart forever?
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- Author: Amanda M. Storie
- Status: Ongoing
- Age Rating: 18+
- 👁 132
- ⭐ 7.5
I never saw myself as the one standing by herself at the high school's Christmas celebration. Already with his natural mate, my ex-Lucas, the one who promised me eternity, our love never existed. Watching them leisurely dance under the glittering lights surrounded by couples commemorating the season of love hurts my heart. Lost in my grief, I'm ready to vanish into the darkness when a tug on the mistletoe shocks me. Three of the most gorgeous males I have ever seen, all incredibly confident and... appealing, are also there. Hunter, Gideon, and Finn are the Triplet Alphas. Every one of them may destroy me in ways I never would have thought possible. One after another, they each drag me into their arms and kiss me. A loving kiss. Every day is stronger than the previous. I sense the heat increasing and my own needs developing inside me. I cannot dispute the chemistry, the draw, the way my heart leaps and my skin tingles with every contact. This is not, however, simply some holiday fling. Something sinister is building, far more terrible than I could have imagined. And more horrifying still, is what? We are meant to be mates, they say. Three of them for me specifically. But when the past won't remain dead, what then?
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