Novels by Amycee

Lately, I’d noticed Jesse had been dull, so I cornered him early in the kitchen before he left for school.After a few minutes of mumbling and sighing, he finally confessed that his crush had been asked out by another guy, and she’d told him she’d “think about it.”In Jesse’s mind, that already meant heartbreak.I teased him about already catching feelings this deep in high school. He rolled his eyes and shot back, “Like you’re exempted from heartbreak.”I laughed. “I didn’t have mine in high school, thank you very much.”We were still going back and forth when my phone started vibrating on the counter. I hadn’t even noticed until Jesse pointed it out.“Check your phone, Mira. Leave me to get ready for school,” he said, rolling his eyes again.“Go ahead and escape for now,” I said. “But just so you know, we’re not done.”He smirked and disappeared down the hall.I grabbed my phone and saw three missed calls from Drew, one from Lauren, and a string of notifications still multiplying wh

When I got home, I didn’t bother with the card. There was no way I was calling Mice Arnold for any favors. That much I’d decided.I didn’t want to get myself tangled in invisible debt waiting to be collected. The man radiated quiet power, the kind that smiled while rearranging your life. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling he was watching somehow, waiting for the moment I’d fold… or worse, put me in situations that made me desperate for help.I told no one about the meeting. Not Zayne. Not Jesse. Not even Drew. I planned to forget it happened. But plans like that rarely survive reality.A few days later, I got an offer for a luxury-brand shoot. Big name, clean concept, the kind of campaign that could lift my career another step. I said yes immediately, already picturing the set lights and mood boards. With the way things were going, I was finally getting closer to the league of colleagues I once prayed to join.Then one night, while I was getting ready for bed, Lauren called.Her tone

I already knew I was going. There was no other way around it. No matter how many times I told myself to ignore the invitation, curiosity kept whispering back. I wanted to know who Mice Arnold really was and what he wanted with me. That part was decided. What I couldn’t decide was whether to tell Zayne.If I told him, I knew he would insist on coming along. Something told me this invitation wasn’t meant to be shared. The few times we had spent together lately, he had been distant, polite but cautious, as though still trying to convince himself to forgive me. Each time he caught me distracted, he asked what was wrong. I blamed it on work. It was an excuse I could always pull out and trust to work.The date on the card crept closer. When it finally came, I stood in front of the mirror debating if I was about to walk into something stupid.What if it was a setup?What if nobody even knew where I was going?What if this was the kind of mistake people didn’t come back from?I changed out of

Zayne barely spoke on the drive home. His phone lit his face in the dark as he scrolled and tapped, then scrolled again. I held the box on my lap, still processing how I ended up with it. The city slid by in fragments. Neither of us filled the quiet.When the driver pulled up to my building, Zayne said, “Goodnight,” his eyes still on the screen.“Goodnight.”I stepped out, and the car drifted back into traffic, its taillights fading into the night.Inside, Jesse was on the floor with a controller in his hand and headphones around his neck. He looked up and grinned. “Hey, celebrity.”“Hi,” I said, forcing a tired smile. “Don’t stay up too late.”He laughed. “I should be saying that to you.”I went straight to my room, showered, and changed into my sleepwear. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, shifting sides, counting seconds. Sleep refused to come. My eyes kept going to the necklace box on my dresser. I thought about the man who’d ended the auction with one number and wondered what k

The advice my mom gave me was right. I knew it. The problem is that knowing the truth and living by it are two very different things. It’s easy to hear advice that makes sense; the hard part is doing it.When I got home, I sat on the couch and forced myself to be honest. I still had feelings for Cade. If I wanted to be brutally honest, I was still in love with him. I hated that truth. But it didn’t mean I was going back. Loving someone doesn’t always mean you should choose them. Cade was everything that could ruin me. He lived under spotlights and thrived on attention, and I’d already learned the cost of being pulled into that world.If I went back, I could lose Zayne. And if Cade hurt me again after that, I wouldn’t forgive myself.Zayne was dependable in a way the world rarely is. With him, everything felt safe and real. Maybe it wasn’t love yet, but it could grow into something lasting.So I made a plan. No more running in circles. I’d stay away from Cade, guard what peace I still

I warned Cade that I never wanted to see his face again. I was so angry I didn’t even know what I’d do if I stayed another second. He only smiled, certain I was bluffing.I left before I could throw something at him. I wasn’t stupid enough to drive to Zayne’s. He was angry and disappointed, and I couldn’t blame him. If I were him, I’d hate me too. So I went home instead, bracing for whatever silence would follow once he was done processing things.By the time I got inside, my phone was already vibrating with notifications. The M&Cey campaign had dropped. Every feed, every headline, every clip had us plastered across it– Cade and me, everywhere People called it electric, scandalous, impossible to look away from. They couldn’t decide which part to love more. The photos or the mess behind them. And of course, the internet did what it does best: blew everything out of proportion. A leaked behind-the-scenes clip showed Cade pulling me back into him after I’d tried to walk off. The commen

Two years later.That’s how long it’s been since I stood in that chapel and promised my forever to Liam Black. And if you asked me today what the best decision of my life was, I’d tell you it was becoming his wife.Most people warned me that the first years of marriage were the hardest. Ours never felt that way. If anything, it felt like we never left the honeymoon. Liam kept his word, life with him has been different, and always in the very best way.My career bloomed even after the break I took for motherhood. Stepping back had scared me at first, but when I returned, the viewers welcomed me louder than ever. The show grew bigger, the crowd wider, and the opportunities came faster than I imagined. Liam teases me that I’m more famous than he is. I don’t argue.But fame is nothing compared to family.Sophia and Mason are still glued together, stronger than ever. Mason’s been plotting a proposal behind her back, and I can barely keep the secret. Watching him plan the surprise engagemen

“Shots!” someone shouted, and trays appeared like magic, crystal glasses lined with vodka, tequila, and gin, catching the garden lights. Glasses clinked, throats burned, and the afterparty snapped alive in a rush of sound and color.With the “old folks” gone, just like Jay had declared, the energy shifted instantly. The polished reception dissolved into something reckless, raw, electric.Jay wasted no time. He was already on the floor, zeroed in on Henry’s associate’s daughter. I’d caught him sneaking glances all day, but now? Now he was putting on a show. He dropped into what might’ve been breakdancing, or a near medical emergency, and she bent over laughing, clutching her stomach.“Hundred bucks says he seals the night in his suite,” I whispered, and Lisa nearly spit her drink out.Then the spotlight snapped to Mason. He lounged in a chair, vodka in hand, until Sophia crossed the floor with that wicked sway in her hips. In one seamless move, she swung a leg over his lap and settled

Cameras flashed as the official photographer called out instructions, arranging us with family and friends beneath a canopy of twinkling lights and climbing blooms. Liam kept sneaking kisses between shots, making the photographer groan and everyone else laugh. By the time the last picture was taken, my cheeks ached from smiling, but my heart had never been fuller.Then came the moment: our grand entrance.Liam’s hand found mine, and together we stepped forward, announced for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Black.The cheers rolled over us, laughter, shouts, clapping, the kind of joy you could feel in your chest. Liam leaned down, stealing a quick kiss that made the crowd roar louder, and I couldn’t stop smiling if I tried.Our first dance began with the slow rise of strings. The world shrank until it was only Liam and me, moving across the floor in a rhythm that felt as old as our story. He whispered, “My wife,” against my ear. I whispered back, “Always.” When the song ended, the appla

The night before my wedding, sleep never stood a chance. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Liam’s face waiting at the altar, and the thought made my heart race like I was falling in love for the very first time all over again.By sunrise, I was still smiling, humming to myself, too happy to stay still, excitement bubbling through me like champagne in my veins.The makeup artist was just finishing her last touches when Sophia and Lisa walked in. I couldn’t help myself, I was sitting by the window, grinning like a fool at my reflection, my excitement too loud to hide.Sophia groaned, shaking her head. “I swear, Emily. Most brides wake up with cold feet, and here you are looking like you’ve been running on pure sugar since midnight.”Lisa dropped onto the bed with a pillow tucked under her arm. “Cold feet? Please. She’s already halfway down the aisle in her head.”“I grinned. “What did you expect? I’m marrying the love of my life.”Sophia smirked. “God help Liam. His bride didn’t even n

When Sophia and I returned to the suite, the girls were still buzzing from music and wine. Lisa was already there, settled in as if she’d been present the entire time.The moment she caught sight of us, her lips curved slyly. “And where exactly are you two coming from?”The way she asked it, you’d think she’d been sitting there the whole time, not sneaking back in like us. Sophia and I exchanged a glance and broke into laughter.Lisa narrowed her eyes. “What’s so funny?”“Nothing,” I said, grinning. “Just that we actually went looking for you when we noticed you were gone.” I tilted my head. “So, where were you, Lisa?”A flush crept into her cheeks. “I stepped out to take a call. And then… well, I ended up admiring the hotel. It’s gorgeous.”Sophia smirked, her voice playful. “Yes, it is. My father did a thing here. But Lisa, why do I feel like you’re hiding something?”“What? No! I told you the truth,” she blurted, her defenses snapping up.I leaned in, my tone teasing. “Are you sure

I woke up to the sense of someone standing over me at the edge of the bed.“Liam?” I mumbled, my eyes still shut. “Why are you hovering like a creep?”A familiar laugh answered. My eyes flew open.“Lisa?”I blinked, shut them again, then peeked, convinced I was dreaming. She was still there. By the third time, I gave up and screamed, throwing myself at her.She yelped as I hugged her tight. “You’re not dreaming, Emily.”I pulled back, still breathless. “How? You weren’t supposed to be back from camp for weeks!”“Please,” she said, flicking her hair. “Like I’d miss my best friend’s wedding. I told them I had a very important excuse. And I do.”“Thank goodness.” I grinned. “You’re coming with me for fittings today.”Lisa laughed, eyeing me dramatically. “I hope you picked a color that makes me pop.”“You’ve been gone too long to vote. You’ll wear what we chose.”She groaned, and I smacked her arm. Before she could fire back, a soft whimper floated from the baby monitor. We glanced at ea