Aimee Carrero Characters Novels & Stories

I watched the clock hanging on the wall, dreading each forward tick of the second hand. “Sorry I’m late!” Aimee said, rushing through the door with not ten seconds to spare. She was winded, likely from running. But she was smiling. Her cheeks were bright and flush, and happiness sparkled in her eyes. She’d pulled her hair up into a bun, decorated with glittery barrettes. I barely recognized her. I might not have, if I hadn’t spent so much time on her social media accounts. She looked so much like the girl she’d been before… Not the sad, lonely one she’d been lately.

" wear blouse and come down already .. I didn't wait for Amy to go down with Aníbal, she went down alone minutes later, everyone was sitting on the sofa and their eyes were fixed on her. Chloe's phone rang again and I motioned for her to pick it up but left it on speaker. ___ "hi Victor how are you? ___" without that chloe knows perfectly well that I'm not calling to kill each other's homesickness __"If that's not it, why are you calling me? ___ "to ask you to give me back what you stole from me.. ___"And what did I steal from you Victor? __"" Amy Carter, give her back to me or you'll be sorry...

Brenda whispered and Mrs Jones nodded not knowing how to reply anymore. There thoughts drifted away off to the girl in the room that was far away in to her world of unconsciousness, they had become so attached to this girl in just eight weeks and they couldn’t help but feel bad that her life has a deadline of today. Brenda slowly stood up, she didn’t think that staying here had anymore use to her. “ Brenda “ Mrs Jones spoke up making her freeze in her steps, she turned to look at the middle aged doctor that seemed to have grown older a few days ago. “ Had you figured out the main reason for this, why Amelia would do this to herself ?”

Sara looked at Cara, who had positioned her wheelchair so she could be at eye level, and nodded. “Is there anything I need to know?” Sara asked, still anxious. Cara sighed. “No… but if it gets too much, just blame it on the brain damage,” she said with a sly smile. Finally, Sara slipped into one of Cara’s dresses. She looked perfect amazing in a red dress, golden heels, radiating like a superstar. “I can’t believe we look so much alike,” Cara said, studying her reflection. “Anyway… you look great,” she concluded with a smile.

And actually she was quite curious about Lorenzo's personality because the man managed to show his mysterious side which made Carmen Newton feel interested to know more. -00- Selena, Lay, and Aimee walked hand in hand to the cafe in front of Jesse McLean's agency office. After allowing all the crew and workers at the agency to go home, Selena and her juniors rushed to the classic cafe to check the cctv in the cafe. “Selena, do you know the victim very well?” Aimee asked opening the conversation. Selena nodded her head and looked sadly at Aimee because she remembered Jessica who had been so good to her.

forgetting my bag in the company car, walking around the legal department like a confused intern, the soul-destroying eye contact with Carter through the elevator doors, getting on the wrong elevator and meeting Amy Stone Ford in real life. Carrie screams at that part. “No, because wait...” she cuts in loudly. “THE Amy Stone?” “Yes!” “The Oscar winner and Carter's wife?” “Yes! Carrie, she’s even prettier in person. It’s actually offensive.” Carrie falls back dramatically against her pillow. “I can totally imagine. God really has favorites.” “And then,” I pause. Carrie looks at me closely like she’s trying to prepare herself for her reaction to what I'm about to say. "And then what?" She asks

He’s not the brightest of men, but fiercely loyal to his wife and loves nothing more than talking all about how much he adores her and his family. I am starting to realise that Carrero men break the mould, and I just wonder where it all went wrong with Alexi. I am also aware how the girl who always kept people at arm’s length, and never trusted any man, has now got rather warm affection for at least two Carrero men and a debatable something for their angry master. * * *

When it came to Karla, Aimee's emotions were a revolving door. The car ride home was quiet, Aimee playing through the radio stations out of boredom. She had no idea what went on in Karla's head and didn't have the strength to ask. Karla dropped her off, deciding she wanted a drink out, instead of calling it a night. That was fine with Aimee. She needed the peace and quiet. It was just after nine and too early for bed. So, what did she want to do?

Don Alessandro began, his voice calm and calculating, “tell me everything you’ve found out about her.” Marco glanced at the photo and cleared his throat. “Her name is Amelia Carrington. She’s American. She’s a private investigator, a teacher, and—most importantly—a hacker. She’s one of kai’s most valuable asset right now. She even managed to hack into his main account, which was supposed to be impossible. I think that’s why Kai decided to keep her around.” Don Alessandro’s brow furrowed, his fingers tapping on the table in a steady rhythm. “A hacker, you say? I suppose that’s the reason he let her live.”

No, handsome is not enough to say that he is a beautiful man. When she had enough of staring at him, she scolded herself again before leaving the company. She went home to her daughter to ease her uneasiness. "Mr. Mattheios." A week had passed and Percy will be entertaining the applicants for the secretarial position. He read the resume of each who passed the pre-interview and only one applicant caught his interest. "Yes, Mrs. Fujimoto?" his baritone voice filled the room. "Next on the line is Ms. Ramina Maxine Montalvo. She's outside," Mrs. Fujimoto said.