Amy Doyle Novels & Stories

It left me both curious and unsure. "Come on, Dean. Don't tell me you're still dwelling on that incident. It's in the past. Why don't we reconcile?" He pleaded, attempting to ease the tension between us. As he tried to approach, I instinctively moved aside, my eyes filled with deep-seated animosity. The intensity of my gaze conveyed my resentment. "I didn't think our friendship could be salvaged," I replied sharply. "And by the way, where is your lovely wife?" The sentence I said reminded me of my first love, Alex. She was everything to me, but my friend, Drake, took her away by getting her pregnant.

Amelia suddenly remembered how Helga prevented her from opening the television. "Wait, I'll send you the video. Oh my god, Lia. What is going on there?" Tara said as she quickly sends the video to her friend. Amelia clicked the link that Tara had sent her. She watches it for a few seconds before seeing her own face with Damian, the day that they exited the hospital when she went for a check-up. 'The Damian Castillo, caught in a scandal with a 17-years old girl' Amelia read the headlines. Her eyes were wide open as she watches the news about how Damian Castillo laid his hands on a minor.

“Choked on my drink, that’s all.” “Careful. Don’t spill anything on the carpet,” I said. He scowled. “Funny.” They must have felt the tense energy between us, so Alex interrupted. “How is your new product going, Amanda?” “I am still working on it. I promise that this time it won’t fail. I am hoping to go somewhere tomorrow and get one last ingredient.” He was puzzled. “I thought you received it this morning.” “It’s a last-minute thing. I already called the place and Diego has agreed to come, right Diego?” I turned to him. His eyes bulged out of his face.

I reached into my notebook and tore out the page I had prepared the night before, the one with my opening line written in clean block letters because I couldn't trust my signing to land the way I needed it to here. I slid it across the counter. I need to see Marcus Donovan. My name is Ava Arande. It's urgent. She read it without picking it up. "Do you have an appointment?" I shook my head. "Mr. Donovan doesn't take walk-in meetings." Her tone was not unkind. "If you'd like to contact his office directly, I can provide you with the general enquiries email address." I held up one finger. She paused, more out of surprise than compliance.

She and her mom, Emily, had just returned from a magical birthday trip to Disneyland, a whirlwind adventure that left Zephyr brimming with stories and memories. Emily walked a few steps behind, her expression a blend of exhaustion and quiet contentment. Meanwhile, Zephyr’s attention drifted. Staring at the floor as she walked, she found herself pondering an important question: were her second toes really longer than her big toes? Her thoughts were interrupted when she bumped into someone, jolting her back to the present.

Hahaha! I did a little g****e search on Damison Groups. They have branches in 18 countries, 5 board of members, Founder Josh Damison, Chairman Brad Damison, CEO & President Ryan Damison, COO Rose Damison, CMO Daniel Damison. I see a family business. A big family business. Having a last look in the mirror, I grab Ethan's degree and certificates and leave the apartment whistling at my pre-success. Now that I have no ponytail, my head feels light and smart.

Don Daniels was a man who liked to surround himself with classy and sophisticated women. Dawn had only known the polished and vicious side of women growing up all his life. They might be soft and demure on the outside, but there were also thorns or poisoned barbs behind those pretty smiles. One could never be too careful around women as they have the ability to disarm a man.

“Aiden was alone, he was an orphan who just roamed around, he didn’t have anyone searching for him, no family or friends that would get him in trouble. He set his house on fire with him inside, and even worse, he forced me to watch every second of it. He forced me to watch my peace burn in front of me before he beat me to death that night. He challenged me to tell you, he told me that he was going to make sure that I regretted it when he told you, and…” I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly and she fisted my shirt, burying her head in my shirt. “I swear, the last thing that I wanted was to disgrace you, Dean. I needed an escape and I found myself being alone…” “Shh,” I whispered,

The only other person that had always been there for her. Dolly meets Amy for lunch at the local Crabby Shack. Dolly didn’t want to eat, she just wanted to talk. Amy ordered a bucket of crab legs. They could both eat. Amy's favorite foods of all time was seafood, especially crab legs. Any chance that she got crab legs to eat, she was happy. Dolly began to tell her that Charity had passed, Joe was in prison, and she was pregnant. Amy didn't know what to say. Dolly was alone in a garb of confusion. Everything had happened once. Dolly was waiting to wake up the nightmare. Only it was real. One day she sat on the top of the world. The next day, her life had changed forever.

Something I hadn’t seen in a long time. Strength. The day at work had drained me, but I was thankful for it. It told me that I could do something for myself, that I could go beyond myself, beyond my capabilities to do something that I wanted to do. A knock at the door startled me. Before I could respond, the door creaked open. My heart nearly stopped when I saw him, Damon. After our earlier argument, he was the last person that I expected to see. He stood there, framed by the doorway, his green eyes darker than usual, his body tense like he was holding something back. His gaze dropped to my bare legs before lifting back to my face, unreadable.