Amy Doyle Novels & Stories

Yes Enzo has made my womanhood feel things that I’m curious about exploring but he had no rights. “He’s wrong, I am hungry,” I told her, I’m not even going to bother with explaining myself to anyone let them think what they want. Today I put myself in a box and conceal it, today I’m no longer myself. I'm Dwayne Isla Martagos daughter, a classy lady that doesn’t misbehave or speak her mind. She just smiles and agrees and does what she’s told, including meeting my fiancé. “What can I get for you?” Selma asked.

"So, Doyle, tell me a bit about yourself. What experiences do you have as a personal assistant?" Doyle straightened up and spoke confidently. "Well, Alexander, I have been working as a personal assistant for the past five years. I have assisted top executives in various industries, managing their schedules, coordinating meetings, and handling administrative tasks. I pride myself on my organizational skills and my ability to handle multiple responsibilities simultaneously." Impressed by her credentials, Alexander nodded. "Excellent. I'm looking for someone who can help me streamline my work and keep things running smoothly. Now, let's talk about your availability. Are you willing to travel or

Adonis was sitting on Adryan's lap, who seemed to be working on something sitting on his office chair behind the desk, typing away on his laptop, Adonis held a circular paperweight in his small hands, which seemed to have his attention. She didn't know how long she stood there, but Adryan's voice startled her. "What are you doing up?" his deep voice rings out, Jade curses under her breath, she thought she was being sneaky by hiding her scent, not wanting to ruin the moment but it seems like Adryan had a talent for sniffing her out even when she tries to hide her scent. Realizing that she couldn't just stand there all day, she pushes open the door, Adryan was still typing away, his glasses pl

Alpha Damien stormed towards the person he hated most in the world—Ariel. He wanted to torture her, torture her so much that, she would feel pain that, even he, had never felt before. He wanted to punish and torture her to the extent that, she would beg him to kill her. Likewise, he wanted her to feel a pulsing type of pain never experienced before, so much that his heart ached, and he felt a blinding anger taking over him, consuming his whole body.

I'm beginning to think you are mute Mr British Liam Scott. I walk towards Liam and when I get to him, I stretch my hand down to him for a handshake " Hi, I'm callum Dove, the president of the student body council of the school and I'm at your service. " I say and beam. He grabs my hands for the handshake and instantly I flush, his hand is warm and I just felt the sparks. I have always wanted the kind of sparks mum had when she met Lori, that's why I haven't bothered with dating.

he said simply. Although he had politely declined the invitation, Amanda on the other hand, was quite persistent and engaged him in voluble chatter, explaining the reasons why he needed to be there. Thus, he agreed reluctantly. "Fine" he dragged, putting his hand on his wine glass and taking a huge gulp. "Ah, lest I forget" Amanda turned to him "You remember Sophie Quinn right? The commissioner's only Daughter?" David nodded, dipping his spoon into his soup. "Well, she has just concluded her Ph.D. in criminal law. Isn't that amazing?"

Kansas City, Missouri, America, 1983 Jordan Findley wanted to see him in his office, and in Aaron’s experience, that was either a very good thing, or a very bad one. Though the Guardian Leader rarely raised his voice, an admonishment from him was much like disappointing a favorite parent, and as Aaron made his way to the top floor of the office building, he hoped this was good news.

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo. “On my mark, we are going to leave…”

“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.

The ambient glow of the city below was swallowed by the thick, rolling storm clouds, leaving the helipad isolated in a dome of howling darkness. But in the exact center of that helipad, the rain wasn't hitting the ground. It was vaporizing against a rip in the fabric of the universe. The Door stood entirely vertical, a two-dimensional sheet of impossible, shimmering violet and gold light. It had no frame, no depth, and cast no shadow. It defied gravity, logic, and every fundamental law of the modern world. Where its base met the wet concrete, the water boiled instantly, hissing into steam that smelled sharply of ozone and ancient, turned earth. The light it emitted pulsed with a slow, rhythm