Aimee Nicole Walker Novels & Stories

"No. Not yet. I want to get the eight percent from Collins. A bigger hand." "I’m afraid that wouldn’t be quite possible, Mister Walker." My ears perk up at the familiar emotionless voice and, true to my thought, Amanda is walking towards me. The corner of her mouth is lifted in a smirk as her eyes move behind me before they rest on mine. "I see you got the Michele’s. Smart move." A pause. And then. "But not smart enough."

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.

I said as I stood, holding my hand out to help her from the couch. "Good idea." she said taking my hand and rising from the couch. I intertwined our fingers and brought her close to me as we went to look for Nichole. Aimee POV I was completely drained emotionally after all that. I didn't tell Sam what Alester said to me. I don't want him running off to try and kill him. He would probably get hurt, not that I don't think he isn't strong enough to. I need to start my training as soon as possible. I tell him after that I am prepared to stand by his side and fight.

Having that ripped away from me hurts. =========== Amara Priest «AMARA AGE 14» POV {DREAM} It was spring break and Nicole invited me to her family home in LA. It was my first time in LA without my security. I was finally free from the shackles my parents placed on me when I was born.

When Ethan Lane came back from his business trip, he pulled two dolls out of his suitcase. One was pink, the other blue. His daughter, Nina Lane's eyes lit up for a second when she saw the pink one. But instead of reaching for it, she glanced over at Crystal Shaw, Vivian Shaw's daughter. That five-year-old girl had already stretched out her hand for the pink doll. So Nina pulled her hand back and said quietly, "I'll take the blue one." I froze. Nina's loved pink ever since she was little. Her backpack is pink, her water bottle is pink, even her hair clips are always pink. But the moment Crystal was in the picture, she stepped aside. Later, when Ethan drove Vivian and Crystal home, I ask

"May I know your name?" "My name is Aimee Meech." "Ms. Meech, please show us your ID card. We will make a registration record." "Alright!" Aimee quickly took out her ID card for her. When the nurse registered, she couldn't help looking up at her. The 20—year—old girl, she was envious of her age. Aimee took back her identity card and allowed the nurse to lead her to a VIP ward. The rooms here were reserved and were extremely spacious, with a decoration style comparable to a five—star hotel.

Selina said Amira without thinking twice stood up from the bed, she felt dizzy for a while but her determination to find out what happened took over her. She stormed out of her room as Selina chased after her. She was bent on finding out what the healer said that will keep him away from checking up on his wife and the mother of his child. And it hit her "Noo, let it not be what I'm thinking" she thought Amira got to the door of his chamber , without knocking she went right in, but Selina couldn't go any further, so she stopped outside the door.

It hurt—every step I took hurt. “I can’t. I can’t walk. It hurts.” I sob pathetically, and they exchange looks. “Shall we get Cole to carry you to the bathroom?” Aimee asks, and I cry. I don’t want him to see me like this, but I don’t have a choice. I have to shower. I nod and hold on to Jo when Aimee opens the door and sticks her head out to call for Cole. He comes rushing over and looks at me; our eyes meet, and the despair in his eyes every time he looks at me makes me want to die even more. “She can’t walk. Can you carry her to the bathroom?” Aimee asks, and he nods and walks over to me. I look up at him as he stares into my eyes.

She added, trying hard to persuade Amelia. "ok, ok" Amelia sighed, finally giving up. She figured that it would really be cute if she and her baby wore the onesie together. 'Just imagining it makes me excited' she thought and caressed her tummy. The saleslady showed them the way to the cashier. Amelia remembers the card that Damian gave her so she pulled it from her wallet and gave it to the cashier. The cashier's eyes widened at the sight of a very rare black card in which only the top elite people could have. She looks at Amelia again who was laughing at Tara's jokes. Both of them had absolutely no idea what a black card meant in the society.

“I missed you too, baby.“ When she pulled away and looked at my face, a big grin on her face, I asked her, “Will you like to go for a walk?“ She bobbed her head. Then she turned to her friends and waved. “Bye. I will introduce my daddy to you when we return from our walk.“ On our way out, we came across the nurse I had met in her room. “Is it okay to take her on a walk? Just around the hospital,“ I added. “Sure. It's okay,“ the nurse answered as she playfully pulled Amie’s cheeks and she giggled in response. “Just be careful, let’s not be deceived by this big mood she's in,“ the nurse warned before she walked away. As we took our walk, I switched between carrying her and letting her hop besi