Novel & Cerita Aimee Lynn

“Aimee is here. She’s in the club.” What?

Since I usually woke up a bit later than this, my brother has to come and wake me up. Let me properly introduce myself. My name is Aimee Cassandra C. Dela Via. I'm only turning 17 this week. For my appearance, I have long, silky chestnut hair and almond shape light pink eyes... the same shade as rose quartz. Yes, it's quite a weird color. I've found out that no one here in our country has the same eye color as mine.

'She's too precious for this world' Amy thought and cupped her cheeks as she stares at Amelia happily. "I'm glad" Anne suddenly said as she sighs. "Anne?" Helga said. "Oh, I'm just glad that madam Lia isn't the kind of person we all thought her to be. She really suits the master" Anne said and smiled with relief. Amelia felt herself blush after hearing Anne's compliment. "Oh! madam Lia is blushing! How cute!" Maisy chuckled. "Maisy," Helga said, calling Maisy's name with firmness in her tone.

For someone who was 5'4", hugging someone as cute as Aimee felt like petting a puppy—one with a button nose, bobbed hair, and very asian looking. When Shannon leaned down to give her a warm embrace, she caught a whiff of a sweet fragrance that surprised her and suddenly made her crave a cake. “It’s nice to meet you finally! I’m Aimee Lee, you can call me Aimee or Aims if you like. I’ve heard so much about you from Ezra.” Aimee babbled as she waved at them to follow her to the stairs and up to the second floor of the cafe. Shannon turned to Ezra with a questioning look, mentally asking if he really did tell Aimee all about her and her situation.

"You're Lauren's daughter, who's been working here for a long time. I think of you as my daughter. Go get ready." "Yes. Excuse me, ma'am, sir," said Amelie, who bowed to Anne and Matthew and left. Anne breathed a sigh of relief. She felt saved by the omelet. Amelie didn't want to see her eating an omelet she didn't know what it tasted like. Matthew seemed to be forced to. "Honey, it's not very good," Matthew said. Anne immediately put her index finger on Matthew's lips as if to tell him to be quiet.

She was not some stranger who would just walk in and leave without an effect. She was more than that. And worse… she was beautiful. Not in the vain, superficial way Lysandra flaunted. No. Delilah had that effortless kind of beauty, the one that didn’t need much to leave an impression. With her long dark lashes, soft voice, and mysterious demeanor, it was the kind of presence that made men stop and look. And Damon… He looked. Even if he didn’t mean to. Even if he didn’t want to. He still looks at her, he still watched, and deep down I knew that he found himself getting lost, admiring even.

I stood behind her so that they would have a full view of her; after all, she was the Luna. “On behalf of the alpha, I want to specially welcome you all to our pack, Axelland,” Lyra said warmly, her voice carrying authority yet kindness. “Most of you know me as I have been with you for the past year. But for those who don’t know me, my name is Lyra. I am Damien’s mate, and this is Denise, his sister. He has been incredibly busy, but he extends his wishes and says he will come and see you when he has the time.”

She told me. “I am. Jasper was …. situational. Elijah though, he’s home.” The girls and I drank wine and talked for the next couple of hours. Aimee told everyone stories about our college days. And everything we used to get into. “So, what your saying is … Emery was always like this?” Layla asked. Aimee grinned. “Yes girl. I came into college a quiet, book reading .. artist…. nerd, that spent all my time in the library. Or in band practice.” She laughed.

K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestsellers, Breach and Becoming Mrs Lockwood. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.

I plopped into my bed and my roommate was busying herself with a novel. "Hey." I called in her direction and she lifted her head to look around her as if there was anyone else in the room that I could possibly be talking to other than her. "Me?" "What's your name first of all" I sat up properly, taking her brown eyes and beautiful pink lips in. "Aimee Jacques, but it's just Aimee, there's no short version of it, I know that many Americans like to shorten names but I don't like it." She said in a low voice.