Novel & Cerita Aimee Lynn

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 ?”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Still she made sure to let up sometimes on the manipulation and she was not a ruthless beast who would destroy the mind of another even if the person was a pure evil bitch. Ariel laid on her bed as she rubbed her head tiredly. She had finally shaken off the overly dependent Layla and boy was she glad. As she scrolled through all the information she had gathered in her head, she smiled. Soon! Soon, I'll be free of this prison and be back to Damien . Just a little more! As she was smiling over her near success, a knock came from the door. She groaned quietly in frustration lest the other person on the other side of the door heard her. She dragged herself out of the bed and walked towards the d

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.

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.

"Scarlett." ******

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.

Seeing her cry, Liam couldn't help it. But in the end, she is not the girl who belongs to him. "But I also have the right to choose whether I need you or not. Furthermore, until now you still refuse to tell me your real name. Who knows how many things you still hide from me?" Hearing his questioning tone, she said in panic: "I don't mean to hide it from you, my name is Aimee. I didn't tell you before because I hated my dad and didn't want to use the name he gave me."

Nothing would stop me now. As I left their room, I took one last glance at their peaceful faces. "Goodnight, my loves," I whispered. "I promise you, everything will be alright." The flickering nightlight cast long shadows across the floor, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I could feel the darkness that lived inside me stir with excitement. And a voice whispered in my head, “The world will soon know our name, Luna Wicken, and they will learn to fear it.”