Amity Feet Novels & Stories

“She’s faking. She’ll make it back to the Steeles just fine.” “Okay…but what if she’s not faking? Did that thought ever cross your mind? If she’s not faking, then you just sent the girl who is most likely your mate to her death.” Alexander gave pause to James’ words. “Fine,” he huffed. “Follow her.” *** Amari had barely walked a mile when her feet began to bleed from the sticks and rocks from the road. She found herself taking frequent breaks to rest her feet or pull out any splinters. She tried phasing into her wolf but couldn’t.

It stood at the far side of the room, and seemed far too heavy for this delicate creature to haul within a sociable distance. Aminata appeared to have no doubts, and glided purposefully towards it. However, when she reached the armchair she ignored it and instead picked up the tiny black three-legged stool beside it. Returning to Amy she set the stool opposite her at a sociable distance.

The ground was uneven, full of potholes. They walked for a while, and Edgar’s brow furrowed. Amelia stopped at a Traditional medicine shop. Calling it a "traditional medicine shop" was an overstatement. The place was small and rundown, right on the street, with a sign next to the door. The sign read: "Foot Massage 30, Full Body Massage 50, Special Offer on Moxibustion Bundles!" This was clearly a "foot spa" – and one without proper credentials! Edgar stared at Amelia. “Second Sister, what is this?”

As time passed, her ankles started to feel uncomfortable due to the high heels she was not accustomed to wearing. Noticing Amy’s discomfort, Aiden leaned in and whispered, “Are you alright?” He had been observing all her subtle movements. Taken aback, Amy replied, “I rarely wear high heels, so they’re a bit uncomfortable.” Hearing this, Aiden looked around thoughtfully and said, “Let’s rest over there for a while.” Amy looked at the nearby resting area and nodded. “Alright.” Just as Aiden was about to accompany her, a man called out to him.

As the only two girls on the twelfth floor, they bonded very closely, sometimes even sharing late-night meals together. Amity is currently a second-year student studying business management at X University on a scholarship, hoping to get into one of the very few large companies. She dreams of one day winning the jackpot, which in this case means a man of high status. Vivian thought this was very funny, it sounded like she was filming a love movie, Amity even announced for fun that she would definitely become the main character in the film.

"Ma'am, are you ok??" he asks again seeing the look on her face. Amy stares at his face, a slight blush coming to her cheeks. She cant form the words and she stutters a little. "ye Ye Yes, I am mm fi fine" she finally manages to get out taking his offered hand. It was warm, slightly rough in texture, and didnt move even when she put her whole body weight on it to pull herself up. She reached her feet and stumbled in the heels falling into his chest.

She added, putting her weight on her elbows that are on the handle of the cart, swinging her feet back and forth. "Lady,have you seen yourself in the mirror? You look so skinny, you need to eat meat. Keep eating grass then I'd expect you to look like a skeleton next month." After so many battles between beef and lamb, Amy placed both on it in the cart. "And about that guy you are talking about, be careful, he might be a teenager looking all grown with eyeliners, piercing and black fingernails and black lipstick. I won't support you falling in love with a emo kid, that's pedophile by any chance and just old school." Amy chuckled.

“Sorry, Ann.” “Focus on the moves,” Amy said. “If we do it together, I can recite the prayers for us both.” “These are prayers?” Trisha asked. “You can call them that. Incantation is the right word, but it sounds too pagan for most ears.” I understood she didn’t want to upset the Blotters and shrugged. “Okay, let’s try again.” “The whole thing? I can’t feel my knees!” Trisha complained. Amy grabbed one of the seat cushions and threw it to the floor before her. “There, crybaby,” she replied, making me laugh.

They all need to stop speculating and start looking for a solution. Her eyes widen. “Yes, I heard you tell yourself that it doesn’t matter what I say, that you know I am sick, and you are going to fix me. Or some gibberish like that.” She just stares at me for a while, until she finally says, “Well, you are showing one symptom of Amory and by your smell could shift into different animals being the second symptom. You could cut your hand to see if you heal instantly. That would be the third symptom and all I need to be convinced you are the next Amory.” I just smile and shrug. I will not cut myself in case it makes all this more real. I see the signs and know I am in denial, but for now, I wi

He pushed him off a three-story building, he broke his spinal cord, and ever since then he hasn't been able to use his legs again, probably that's the reason why his parents hate him and why they keep his younger siblings far away from him as possible. Amayah is 18 years old, with blue eyes curled brown hair, a pointed nose, dark skin, and had a good physique. He was athletic and took most of his father's genes in terms of how tall he was and his strong jawline. “Amayah will you come down to the dining table this instance". He heard his mom shout from the dining room. Amayah doesn't see the point of having dinner with them, when he sits with them at the dining table they don't reply to any o