Aimee Lane Novels & Stories

I was going to be the one to do it one way or the other, I needed to play this game. The door opened without warning, and I quickly slipped back into character, fragile, sweet, grateful. I looked up with wide eyes as the woman I had come to destroy stepped into the room. Sienna De Luca. She didn’t speak right away. Her gaze swept over me, taking in the sight of me still in the robe the maids had given me. She looked too calm, too unreadable. I exposed my leg just enough for her to see it, to know that I was this exposed, this easily seen to him. But I knew that Damon would not be foolish. He would not tell her that he was here. I would have to be the one to do it.

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

Jo assures me, and I nod, pushing away my self-esteem issues that were creeping up to the surface. “Damn right, he looks at you like he’s fascinated with you,” Aimee states, biting into a prawn cracker and chews gingerly until her face falls. “Oh, crap.” Her blue eyes go wide, and she covers her mouth and runs off toward the bathroom. Jo and I watch her run off, and her retching echo's in the house. We look at one another, and Jo’s brows go up. “Could she be...” My mouth falls open as I look at Aimee, who comes back muttering to herself. “Aimee? You okay?”

We were the only ones boarding. "Over here," I heard us being called to. The omega was right, there was only one person. Beta Aimee was a light skinned Caucasian with a fake salon tan which looked overly not her style. Her hair was chestnut brown with mahogany brown highlights that complimented her ebony brown eyes. She was a slightly overweight gal with a plump round figure that didn't seem to set back her mind with how she flaunted her attire. She had thick thighs, a round and enjoyable figure, and a slight double chin. Her muscular arms were exposed to the bare air with tribal tattoos running against the forearms. She was scary and I wouldn't want to battle her. There was a long scar runn

I'm sure some naughty students will still go ahead to post some pics and vids. While making our way to the quad, Travis and I walk past Aimee and her best friend, Wyndy. Wyndy Hammers. The most beautiful creature I have ever set my lowly eyes upon and have had the privilege of being in love with ever since I was eleven. Four years, ten months and counting. I still remember the day Aimee brought her to our house and introduced her as her new best friend. Aside being beautiful, she is nice and sweet, with her attractive hazel eyes that glisten whenever she's talking about something she loves, her full lips and her curly ginger colored hair cascading down her elegant shoulders. I shouldn't forg

I shake my head and step out of the car placing my hand over my pocket feeling the little ring box. Aimee walks out looking absolutely beautiful, she is wearing a black dress that hugs her curves and accentuates all the right places, knee length and some red shoes. I take a deep breath as she slides her jacket on covering her exposed skin. Her face goes red as I offer her my hand and she takes it. I guide her to the c ar without another word and open the door for her. She looks at me offering a small smile and as I close the door after she slides in I feel my heart beating fast again, I can barely breathe and I feel like I am about to collapse if I don’t regain control of my emotions.

"Hey, girl. How are you?" "I'm great. Aunt Katie took me to the zoo today." Aimee looked up at the other woman, now dressed in jeans and a peach tee-shirt with a sunset ironed on the front. Aunt Katie? The other woman held out a thin arm, offering a hand to shake. "Hello. So you're the famous Aimee." "Excuse me?" "Little Abbey here and my brother sing your praises. Apparently you're a much better sandwich maker than I am." She laughed as she tousled her niece's hair.

"Last weekend was fun. We should definitely link up some time..." Aimee and Ren are friends with benefits, FWBs. Of all the flings he has had, Aimee seems to be the constant, consistent one. They have hooked up more than once and if they continue playing this game, one of them will end getting deeply attached. And it won't be Ren. And if that happens, it will definitely be HAPPILY NEVER AFTER for Ren. Nobody messes with Aimee... She comes from a very powerful and rich family. Her dad is a prominent tycoon and her mom Debby, is a famous actress. One wrong move with her and poof! You're completely washed away from the face of the earth...