Amy From Geek Charming Novels & Stories

I took a step with a knowingly smile, when her hand on my chest stopped me, bewildered. "We can't..." She pressed out the words and then corrected them I can't..." "Why?" I asked getting slightly upset. Why she kept dwelling every time?? "Because this is what you do... You always get me under you, no matter what. You use your charm, your masculinity, and your mind-blowing features to attract me toward you, And once I give up, which I always do, you would start bringing your D**k side which always made me hate myself." Amy spoke heavily, and although I was getting annoyed by her unsettled decision, after hearing her it seems justified.

Seeing her acting Zenaya grabbed onto her dress angrily, her nails digging into her flesh. "It's ok, Amy. I am here, I will..." "Do you think he is a charming prince?" Hearing Zenaya, Allen looked at her angrily but Zenaya didn't care. She saw Amyra looked innocent as if she had no idea what she was talking about. "What do you mean?" Confused, Amyra questioned. "The prince charming you think he is, are you sure he won't backstab you?" Amyra looked at Allen and then let out, "He is good. I trust him."

I share with them, hoping a change in subject is a welcome distraction. “I knew it! I totally got Dom vibes from Italian Stallion!” Amy shrieks, pointing at me as if she just discovered me in a game of hide-and-seek. Daya snorts, unable to hold in her laughter, and my face completely heats up in embarrassment. “Amy…” Daya attempts to reign in our younger sister. Her words fall on deaf ears. “Tell me more! Is he just into dirty talk? Does he have handcuffs?!” “Amy! I regret telling you now,” I yell at her, burying my face in my hands.

Amy wasn't such an angel after all. I like to think the best of everyone, but perhaps Amy was a cleat chaser all along? I spent a lot of money on presents and dates since what is the point of having money if you don't spend it? But damn, Amy's acting skills were scary. She was sweet and charming for two months before she showed me her claws—no pun intended. My phone chimes with a message, and I hastily pick it up from the side of the sink, smiling when it's Caroline.

Amy realized she was playing dumb and uttered arrogantly, "It's George, isn't it? How else were you able to join the company? "I have an idea. I'm pretty keen on his muscular body, and if you introduce him to me, I promise to stop bullying you!" Catelyn's mouth twitched. "Don't you look down on foreigners?" she scoffed. "Who knew some of you foreigners were able to last long? It must've felt good being 'hugged' by him the other day, no?" said Amy with a smirk and a raised brow.

Amy asks, reaching to grab a single pancake with a fork, then she pours maple syrup on it like a pro, "Are you going to scold me every day? Who's going to take me to my playdates with my friends now? Do I get a new nanny?" "First of all, you don't have any more friends to have playdates with. Everyone is scared you'll set them on fire," Aiden says without an ounce of gentleness on his voice. I hit his arm because he was too harsh, but Amy doesn't seem to mind. She simply starts eating her pancake with a fork and knife like a weirdo. Like a weirdo. Oh, shit. She is the Demon Lord's offspring. She has Damon's genes. She set kids on fire, apparently.

Charlotte answered, a bit surprised that her friend would think she would be so relaxed and not even do anything because she has a seventy million dollar coming her way. "I still don't get why you would want to. If it were to be I, I would definitely stay indoors for the rest of the day, celebrating my lucky hit." Amy said, reclining in the couch. "Would you like something to drink?" Charlotte asked, wanting to end the conversion already. "I would like water. It's not like you have any other juice by the way." Amy said teasingly. "You have the grace of being my friend or I would have taken that as an insult." Charlotte said and they both laughed again.

“Why?” Amy gives me an amused smile. “You will see,” She clears her throat. “Anyway, let me introduce you to the others. The cute girl is Frankie,” A brunette waves at me from across the fire. “Hi,” Amy continues. “The twin brothers are Hugo and Kalle,” Two Scandinavian guys, both blonde, nod their approval. I respond by smiling like an idiot at them. I’m such a nerd around cute guys. “The diva is Lily,” “HEY!” A blonde girl slaps Amy’s shoulder. She is holding makeup in the other. “I’m not a diva!”

Leneay cheered. Amy turned around, surprised. She was in a short pink dress and high black heels. She was shining and glittering with the fluff she had added to her mini bag and jacket. " Miss waiting-until-mating, one true love isn't mad? " "I don't give a shit anymore about your happily ever after. It's your story, not mine." Amy's smile widened and she turned to her mirror. " Well, I guess you've matured a bit. " Raïna laughed until she heard the sound of her phone. It biped. She opened it to find his message.

“It’s about not letting myself become the worst.” Damon nodded, his thumb brushing against my cheek before his hand fell back to his side. “You amaze me sometimes, you know that?” My chest warmed at his words, but I kept my voice steady. “I’m not trying to. I’m just being me.” He leaned in, kissed my forehead, and whispered, “And that’s more than enough.”