Amy Doyle Novels & Stories

They knew better, and just looked at me. “I’m changing the subject now. Lyle, why don’t you tell me about your latest boy toy?” Lyle gave a melodramatic sigh. “His name’s Douglas, but he’s a little different.” My eyes shifted to Amanda’s and she gave me a WTF expression. We turned back to Lyle. “Different how?” Amanda asked before I could. “He doesn’t do the whole boy-toy thing. He’s kind of dominating.” I spit out a small bit of my water, grabbed a napkin, and tried to make myself look less like a fool.

Cody, emerging seemingly out of nowhere, approached Carol and Claus with an air of confidence despite the slight limp in his step. His presence was unexpected, and his sudden appearance raised eyebrows. With a subtle nod of acknowledgment, Cody began to speak in a low, hushed tone. "I know where they are," he declared, his voice carrying a hint of both pride and desperation. Carol, ever cautious and mistrustful, glanced at Cody with a raised eyebrow. "And why should we believe you?" she retorted, her tone laced with skepticism.

Dalton opened the first drawer of his study table, pulled the bottle out of the zip bag and cautiously placed it down on the table. Taking his seat, Dalton leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. Leaning closer, I sniffed it, only to confirm my doubts. “It was him.”

"Are you sure everything is fine?" "Absolutely. "Everything is fine," I said, nudging her. "Let us catch up outside then." I agreed. On our way outside, we saw Alpha Adonis' friend, Fred, walking towards us. He was tall and skinny, with sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes. He carried a lead guitar and wore jeans and a black turtleneck shirt. Oh, how I admired men with musical abilities. The attractiveness increased a thousandfold, and while my feelings for the alpha's friend were far from romantic, I would love to hear him sing. It made me wonder if Alpha Adonis had vocal abilities.

“Let’s see, “ I said as I typed his name. However, the search came up empty. There were no listings of a company or any business under his name. I furrowed my eyebrows wondering if what I experienced that morning really happened. The man was wearing Armani and driving a Rolls Royce. He had to have a company somewhere. When I searched the name Markos alone, the search results showed a bunch of people I had never seen before. I gave up and closed my laptop. The rest of the day went by fast, with Markos sneaking in and out of my mind occasionally. Soon, it was time for my shift at the bar. It was a shitty bar that was walking distance from where I lived. When I got there, I put on my skimpy un

Wade Roberto immediately hitched. "I'm sorry I was dreaming that we were getting married... isn't it weird." Wade Roberto's voice was laced with authority as he walked out of the office. "So what's haps?... Why aren't you at the office?" His voice barely above whispers. Daisy Hunter stared askance at the phone before placing it back on her ear. "I took a day off, don't you remember?" Daisy asked, her voice laced with bewilderment. "I was only pulling your legs."

Halle said and hugged Nirvana "I'll love to join your agency, I want to be a singer like you" "Of course, you are welcome anytime.. Here is my card, you can call me" Nirvana said and she nodded "Alright.. bye my idol. Saranghae" she shouted after Nirvana ★Moonlight auditorium★ Nirvana walked up the stage and the large crown screamed. Liya wasn't an exception "Hi, I'm Nirvana McAdams" She waved and the crowd shouted

However, Zachary was punished the least among the York brothers. He already started behaving like the eldest since he was young. He was calm and composed, unlike his naughty younger brothers. Gramps and Grandma May punished them often. Nevertheless, the York brothers liked being with their grandparents. “Enough of that. Let’s talk about you and Ms. Doyle. Have you wondered why she isn’t admitting that she’s Chameleon Fox? That’s just another alias of hers. Her true identity is Imogen Doyle, a young lady of the Doyle family.

Heart rate: elevated (approximately 130 bpm) Respiratory rate: shallow, rapid Blood pressure: spiking “Let me get this straight. You kidnapped me, offered me a job, and now you're blackmailing me?" "I prefer to think of it as aggressive recruitment." "That's not funny.” “Most people don't argue with me, Jane." "Most people aren't doctors who watched one man try to kill them for having a conscience. I did what you ask. Now let me go.” "I can't do that. You have twenty-four hours to decide." He stood, heading for the door. "I don't need twenty four hours! I already know my answer!” He paused, hand on the doorframe waiting.

Linda's voice broke through my thoughts, and I turned to her with a weak smile, responding, "I'm fine. I was just thinking if you'd like something to eat or drink." Linda chuckled softly, placing her hand on mine as she spoke, "It's okay. I'm here to spend time with you. Besides, judging by the way Dean rushed off, it seems like he's in a hurry." I smiled back at her and nodded, my eyes flickering back to Drake, who seemed lost in contemplation by the window. "Do you need anything?" I inquired, as he turned to me with a grin mirroring Linda's. Glancing at Linda, I decided to answer the question she had posed to me, "Drake has some work to do, so he'll be away for a week. I guess it's just me