Amy Cimorelli Novels & Stories

Every time he caught glimpses of November Park, an internal music player in his head automatically plays Isn’t she Lovely in an acoustic version, as if it mirrors her every action. November Park is just so freaking pretty, so freaking lovely. Her smiles were so sweet and bright that they only did not light up the whole room but it lights up his whole day too. Her voice was so sweet and soft she could talk all day and spew curses of different languages and he’d still sit there, smiling while listening to her voice like its lullaby. Delicate like a glass that if he isn’t careful enough, she’d break and never be the same again. She’s a little shy too, what with those little blushes on her cheeks

It was the cold, multi-tonal resonance of the Hive. ​"Mother, we’re here to get you out," Aero said, stepping toward the sphere. ​"Out?" The voice let out a sound like static-filled laughter. "Aero, I am the Citadel. I am the sky you saw in the dream. And you... you are my greatest achievement. My beautiful, golden virus." ​THE FINAL BETRAYAL: ​Silas Thorne appeared on the balcony above them, his prosthetic arm sparking. He didn't look afraid anymore. He looked triumphant.

As if he’s able to discern the direction my thoughts have taken, he says, “I’m a transplant—or, well, technically, I’m adopted into the pack since rogues destroyed my pack. Alpha Glendon and Luna Cherice allowed the family that I live with to take me in when I was just a pup and raise me as their own.” “I’m Maxon, by the way,” he says, holding out a dirt and blood-covered hand for me to shake. I glance at it with a raised eyebrow, and then back at him. “Oh, shit,” he says with a chuckle as he pulls his hand pack, dropping it to his side, and then wipes it against the leg of his jeans, which aren’t much cleaner than the hand itself. “It’s fine,” I say with a small chuckle of my own. “And my n

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

Perhaps he lacked the attention of his parents or his family. "Is anyone home?" I asked as soon as I walked in after putting my bike away. "I'm here, honey." My grandmother screamed from the kitchen. I went there and came across a gentleman, apparently the same age as grandma. "Hello." I greeted. "Hello everything is fine?" he asked. "All yes." I replied. "Daughter, this is Arthur Mollina. Arthur, this is my granddaughter Eloise." She introduced us. "Pleased to meet you, miss. I want you to know that your grandmother is very important to me, right now." He said smiling at my grandmother.

I don't want to go back there and if he gets to know he will send me back there so I am going to tell him that my home is far away and they sent me out so I came here and I have nowhere else to go. Yes!!! sounds great this is what I will tell him I smiled and clapped my hands grinning happily. ASHER'S POV I drove into my Beach House, climbed the pouch and opened the door to hear play giggle coming from inside the house. I totally forgot about the insane girl Melissa that's her name I guess. I stood by the door looking at her as she clapped and giggled. This lady is sure not okay I mean who claps and giggles alone in a house where she is the only one in.

At that moment, my eyes widen with hope, tears fall and I whisper. “Someone finally heard my call.”

Afraid that they will slip away once they close their eyes. "I like you, Colfre." Morrigan whispers under her breath as she snuggles in Colfre's arms. Their bodies under a shared blanket. Her eyes drooping and her body is no longer able to move as the tiredness in her body brings her to the land of dreams. She was not sure if Colfre heard her but it was none of her concern at that moment. She wanted to savor the moment, with their bodies together, skin to skin. She leaned by his chest listening to his stable heartbeat letting this music be the last tune she brings in her dreams.

She missed him so much. She had finished making the spear and was about to strike, when she felt a strong grip, she tried to wiggle away but her efforts where futile. She kept pushing and pulling but she couldn't free herself from the group. Amira recognized the Warriors to Beavertail Juan's but they didn't recognize her, she added the bids due to child beats so she looked chica which has shipped in fact do and the mold which splashed on her face while she was trying to find food prevented the Warriors from recognizing her. One of the warriors said

“We all are. But evidently, this family is complicated and I don’t trust you, Cato Loren.” His finger slipped from the amulet, down the centre of Milly’s breastbone, tantalisingly slowly. “And you,” he said, staring into her eyes, “You are twenty-seven now. You’ve had fourteen years to fine-tune those powers. Maybe you can cling to control without the amulet now.” His finger reached the hem of her shirt and paused. “My powers grow stronger faster than I gain control.” “Then prove this is Hecate’s amulet by showing me you’re in control.”