Aimee Lane Novels & Stories

A small knock sounded on the door, A smile instantly took place across my lips. Aimee walked into the room wearing a light pink flared skater dress, Her light brown hair flowing down in waves. Lorenzo embraced her between his arms. They look good together and I'm happy they have each. My smile faltered seeing the woman she entered with. Why is she here? What the fuck is she doing here? I turned my gaze to Lucien, He didn't look impressed to see the woman who currently stood in the room.

she said, placing a comforting hand on my arm. "Oh yeah. It's just... he's been acting strangely recently..." I replied, rearranging my dishevelled hair. "Do you know why?" she asked. "Nope, but I'm sure it will stop just as quickly as it started," I said positively although not entirely convinced. "Let's hope so. If not, send Elena to slap some sense into him," she replied before the brunette friend joined us. "Ella this is my friend Amber- Blair's sister." "Nice to meet you, Luna," she greeted holding out her hand.

Trisha asked and Aimee burst into laughter almost immediately. “You must be the most delusional human being I have ever laid eyes on,” Aimee said to Trisha. “That you would think that I, Aimee Landon, would hide from a lowlife like you is beyond me,” Aimee added, aggravating Trisha.

"I'm glad to see that you're all healed up." "Thank you," Rayne spoke in a tone that concealed her nervousness and I liked that. I did not want her to be intimidated by anyone. I wanted my lady to be strong. We sat down and a little while later, the door of the meeting room opened after we heard a slight knock. A lady in her early thirties walked inside. She had long dark brown hair, bronze skin, and hazel eyes. 'A Middle Eastern beauty,' I read Rayne's thoughts. I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers.

June Hall’s POV “Good morning Winster county. Welcome to another episode of Winster county with Miss June Hall. Today, I have a very special guest in the studio: Kate Zainab Omar, the face of the heroes of justice maiden magazine. Kate how have you been?” Kate’s POV “I have been doing great, thank you for having me.” “You know since you came back, people have been speculating or even asking what your next move will be after the blockbuster speech during Sheriff Morgan Wilson’s memorial. What is your answer?” June Hall’s POV

He looked stunning with his pepper stubble and deep brown eyes. She smiled as sweet as sugar. She left the tray on the table and wiped her hands on the apron before taking it off. Aleja blinked as he saw the girl up close. Fascinated by how she acts and speaks like a little kid. She did not even bother to remove the flour on her face and fix her hair, but to his eyes, she still looks stunning. “Hi! How may I help you?” Aimee said upon arriving by the counter. Aleja stood upright and tried to bring back his straight face.

-00- Aimee walked slowly in the hallway of the headquarters while thinking about all the events that happened today. A flash of memory when the captain fell because of the hot lead that penetrated his stomach replayed in her head. She really wanted to not believe her sense of sight, but what she saw today was really real. She saw Austin shoot the bullet at Lorenzo. But really she really hoped that Austin was just wrong on target. She was afraid that Austin was actually another spy that Orlando meant. "Aimee."

Having a separate changing room was a small luxury she could afford. “Hello sugar,” Aimee replied her greeting with her usual buoyancy visible in her smile, as her curls bounced back from her face when she turned to look at her with an austere look – or what she tried to pass as a severe look. Instead, she looked like she was trying too hard which resulted in a forced expression. “You are late. As usual.” Aimee McKenzie was a wonderful friend simply because she was a magnificent human being. Period. Ultimately, everything in life came down to that – if someone could end up being a superb person, he could achieve anything in life.

Aimie nervously laughs at Rain with a nervous look, as if she had done something terrible against Rain’s back. “I...I’m just chatting with my friend,” because of her surprise Aimie could not stop herself from stuttering. She almost immediately fidgets her fingers as soon as she gives Rain her excuse, making Rain able to read what was going on in Aimie’s mind based on her actions alone.