Amy Doyle Novels & Stories

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.

The Doctor that had been treating me appears with another man, he was over six foot tall easily, with short bright blonde hair and a clean-shaven face, but more importantly, he was not someone that I had seen before. “Alpha Daryl” he shakes his hand and then turns to me “You must be Luna Ashley” he looks at my hand thats in a cast and frowns asking my doctor for my notes, but I couldn’t help but look at his eyes, they were amber like mine, which could only mean one thing. We were related! He has a flip through my chart, sighing as he turns each page and glancing up at me. Shining a torch in my eyes, the light makes me wince and Reaper screams out in pain as I bring my hands up over my eyes.

"Jane! Get out of the cell, we can lock him in there. Hurry!" Ammy leaned in the doorway, clinging to the wall so she wouldn't fall and Adom ran forward as Jane punched Damon. A loud crunch sounded, making Ammy flinch and Damon stopped fighting to hold her nose, screaming in pain and frustration. Adom hovered in the entrance of the cell and Jane surged to her feet and limped out, slamming the door behind her. Adom darted forward, sliding the key home and wrenching it to the side. The loud click made Ammy slump in relief and he let out a breathy laugh.

he whispered in a deep, authoritative voice as he penetrated the deepest part of my womanhood. I couldn’t hold on anymore. I cried out loudly as I pushed my hips into his and my third orgasm surfaced. The sensation was powerful, unlike anything I had ever felt before. My body exploded into a million stars, and my stomach filled with butterflies as I melted into him, like a candle melting into its container. Was Dane my container? I pushed my thoughts away as Dane leaned in to capture my lips. His body tensed and moaned against my lips as his warmth filled me.

Going to practice together," Doyle said. – He missed a lot due to injury – he sprained his ankle in the summer when he was relaxing on the lake. Now being restored. "He seemed nice to me," Sammy said, and Travis shot her a quick glance. - Do not make me jealous, Frog - for some reason it seems to me that the guys who are in trouble are popular with you. "Only one," laughed Samantha. - And he stuck so that you can not tear it off. - Do you want to take it off? Doyle frowned.

The taste of her own pussy made her moan softly. “Good girl,” Damon praised, voice rough with need. “Look at you. My perfect, fiery assistant, licking her cum off my fingers in a dirty alley.” He pulled his fingers free and wiped them on her thigh. “I’m sending you home in my car,” he said, already texting his driver. “But this isn’t over. Tomorrow at the office, you’re going to feel every second of what I just did to you.” Elena’s voice was shaky. “You’re insane.”

My English failed me when I felt in any way upset or bothered. "Did you know she's 30K deep in student debt and you're just going to let her struggle? Shame on you, Domo." He sighed and sat down alongside me. I didn't bother asking how or why the fuck he knew that in the first place. "I was going to- you know what, never mind. It's far too dangerous. She's not trained." I argued giving him a pointed look but Yurik was as stubborn as an ox once he set his mind on something.

I turned and smiled at Emery hoping it wasn’t a guilty smile and he narrowed his eyes and looked between the two of us then his face relaxed, “Well, I guess that makes sense. There are houses that border the lake,” Emery seemed to take the fake-ish alibi well, “I apologize for the gun in your face. My name is Emery Koda. It’s nice to meet you Dalton…?” Emery was asking for his last name and reached out his hand with a smile on his face. He is going to grill me about this later. “Rosewood. Dalton Rosewood. It’s nice to meet you and I also want to apologize for my sudden outburst. When I got to the driveway I heard yelling inside the house so I got a little worried about Tyler. My bad.” Dalton

Ryeleigh A loud voice coming from the screen quiets the room and asks us to stand. Amory Cruz in his ceremonial robe, looking regal and a true Alpha example of the perfect shifter. We are not raised thinking of the Amory like a god; however, in this situation, it feels as if he is. With equal parts fear and amazement, the crowd quiets to a soft purr.

Before he could answer, the door opened, and it was followed by the crackling sound of the wooden stairs. We had company. Dominic got up from his chair and strolled to the foot of the stairs and we both watched as his lady doctor descended. One foot after the other, enjoying the attention he was showering her with. “I hope the party didn't start without me.” She purred when she walked past Dominic. If I'd ever seen sparks before, they were on steroids. The idiot was smitten. The doctor was dressed in scrubs instead of her casual wear. But for Dominic, she might as well have been walking around naked.