Amy From Geek Charming Novels & Stories

she groaned, running her hand over her face. “You’re still beautiful.” Bryan complimented and downed his whiskey, placing the empty glass on the nightstand. He needed that to relieve him from the stress at work. “Don’t try to flatter me… I wanted to go to the spa and then shopping, but-“ “All that just to see me?” Bryan couldn’t hide the amusement in his eyes. Amy gave him a nudge and whispered, “Don’t flatter yourself.” Though he was a 100% right, but she wouldn’t admit it because he would tease her for it.

Now Emmy is asking as she impatiently checks her phone, looking at the time. “Relax, Em. It’s Daya’s Luna ceremony. She can show up tomorrow morning and everyone will still be waiting for her,” Amy quips as she plops down on the bed. She is wearing nude-colored high heels tonight, with a long-sleeve, mid-thigh body-con, leather, purple dress. Even with heels, she’s still super short. And being the family clutz doesn’t make her any more graceful in those pumps. Amy pulls off an edgy-elegant look well.

He sat down and turned expectantly to me. Gamma Charles widened his eyes a little as his gaze settled on me. “This is a surprise.” “What is?” I took a sip of my coffee. “You. We don’t have many females in this course.” I raised one shoulder as I stood. Everyone turned to stare at me. I cleared my throat, but Charles just smiled. “I ask for ranks, but they don’t matter here. We are all just here to learn.” I nodded. “I’m Amy. And my pack changes. My father’s pack is the Silvermoon pack and my mother settled in the Oakenfang.” I smiled and went to sit.

° Amy's POV ° I got home so exhausted, or maybe it was just the feeling of not spending the day right. I should have given him a punch on that slim pointed nose of his, and enjoy the satisfaction from watching him bleed. Everyone knew Jeremy would never date someone like me, I wasn't a nerd…maybe I was, or maybe not… Yeah I was a genius, so book centered that I didn't think of anything else other than books and online adventures, social media wasn't my kinda thing.

(Jasmine's POV) "The nerve of him to ignore you like that!" Amy sparked angrily as she tried to go over to Jack, who was already walking away with Madelyn, but I stopped her from going to him. Amy is a tomboy and always tends to act cute, but she could beat someone to a pulp if she wanted to. "Why are you stopping me from teaching that jerk a lesson? He can't just kiss you and ghost you the next day like you're one of his bitchy girls!" Amy said, her voice etched with anger.

Amy followed Zion through the bustling lobby, her grip on his hand tightening with each passing moment. As they made their way to the elevator, Amy stole a glance at Zion, her heart fluttering at the sight of him standing beside her. But despite the prying stares and whispered conversations, Amy held her head high, refusing to let the scrutiny of others intimidate her. She was Amy Armstrong, CEO of Diamond Group, and she would not allow herself to be cowed by the opinions of others.

She answered amiably, and Lizabeta said she would send Amy’s number to Anya. About an hour thereafter, Anya was waiting in the private parking area. Amy was instantly taken aback by her beauty. She was fair-skinned, heart-shaped face with a dimple on her chin, green eyes, and long blonde hair that cascaded in natural curls down her back. She looked to be about the same age as her and had curves to die for. “Amaranthe! Lovely to finally meet you!” Anya gushed and hugged her tightly. Amy wasn’t quite sure what to say. She didn’t know whether Anya could be trusted yet or not, “I wish I could say the same! I did not even realize there were other people my age in the family! And I’ve been going m

'She must have come and gone by the back way, when I was busy. 'I. . . I. . . was glad to see her,' Amy said, choosing her words with care. 'She's . . . very interesting, and very beautiful.' She caressed the little black figure, which still rested on her lap. 'She makes me feel like a sparrow beside a bird of paradise . . .' 'Not a sparrow.' Mysteriously, he relaxed into that tender, transforming smile. 'A woodpecker maybe.' 'You're calling me a woodpecker?' Amy gazed at him, unable to look away. 'Red crest, harsh call, habit of banging on?'

he said under his breath. Crystal blinked. He wasn't charming—he was being attentive. She accepted the glass. "Thank you." Nearby, Amy watched with a pale face. She sat stiffly at a table meant for close friends, flanked by a few bridesmaids but she was no longer glowing. Her smile had vanished and her eyes rarely left Ryder or Crystal. George leaned close to her, speaking through gritted teeth. "He's humiliating us" Amy didn't reply. Her nails dug into the napkin on her lap.