Amy Futa Novels & Stories

" I challenged. "Look at me and tell me you don't feel anything... And then I'll call you a liar." A snarl ripped out her throat, and she stepped forward. Always so proud. Her honour was everything. "I am not a liar. " "Then admit it. There's something here." She growled again, "their cant be. That's impossible. Ben," Fury hit me like a ton of bricks. "Right. Ben. Your so-called soul mate. Did you ever plan on telling me or was that not on your schedule?"

I said while focusing my attention on him after I finish cleaning up Ella. “I just hope it won't cause any problem" he said and I hum. Maybe we were just thinking too much about it. It isn't possible for him to have a mate yet, right?. “Ohhh come on, she is going to look like an older woman in that outfit" Val said to Amy while throwing out the cloth that Amy wanted me to wear. “But it is better. That one looks like piece of shit" Amy said and I stifle in a laugh. “You've got to be kidding me. Heads will turn when they see her in this dress" Val said.

the girl replied as she packed the food inside a nylon. Paul smiled, "Well Aunty Joy meet my cousin, Anjola" Paul said. I almost puked. Aunty Joy? You sure are kidding me. "Oh my, how are you?" Joy asked. I raised my head to look at her and smiled. "I’m fine" I replied. "Welcome to FUTA" Joy said as I winced. Is that the only statement you people can say? Welcome to FUTA, yen yen yen. I smiled before replying. "Thank you"

Ruta answered seriously while balling his fists. “Ooohh…” Yuta replied eerily. “Moving faster, huh? But won’t you get tired easily then?” Yuta asked the suddenly serious Ruta while subtly glancing at Jai’s direction, pretending to be interested. Ruta nodded firmly. “Yes! But Brother Jai said I can move faster without getting tired if I raise my stamina! So I have to run every day because I can raise my stamina by running.” Yuta nodded profusely. “Hm. Hm. I see… So running isn’t just to keep our body healthy, but it can also raise your stamina… That is a very good thing to know, isn’t it?”

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

He glanced around, awaiting a response. Gamma Jannel is a captivating figure, a black she-wolf with a long, lean build that carries just the right amount of muscle. Her short Afro hair accentuates her strong, chiseled facial features that convey both authority and elegance. She bears a striking resemblance to the iconic Grace Jones, rarely smiles, and is continually absorbed in her work. Her presence commands respect and often gives chills to those who encounter her.

She’d cried buckets of them since that awful day she’d left him on the floor. The Homeland-issued phone rang, startling her. Her cell phone was her only contact to the outside world but no one called her on it. She’d distanced herself from her friends and family. Everything about her life had changed while working those months for that testing facility. She could no longer tolerate her divorced parents using her as a weapon against each other or tearing into her over her own divorce. There were genuine problems with the world and her time could be spent making a real difference. Now her focus centered on helping the New Species and it gave her a sense of worth by doing something to right a w

I am very glad about that, I don’t need to walk for a long time before I get here. "Good evening" I said as I knocked on the door and entered the office. Aya was sited across the room, as she saw me, she stopped what she was doing. Aya is the owner of the grocery store, she is very nice and comfortable to talk to. she is fair in complexion, she is tall, her eyes are brown, her eyebrows are thin, her lips are pink in color and she is a bit fat. "Afraah," She smiled "Here are your doughnuts." I said as I kept them on her table

He asked. “From treachery!” I exclaimed. “From her.” I was about to continue when the door opened once more. Dang it! The head maid, Verya, entered with a tray in her hand as silent and composed as ever. “Alpha” she bowed and said softly. “I came to see if the girl had eaten.” Agora's head snapped in her direction. “She hasn’t. She is occupied with telling tales.” The head maid’s gaze shifted in my direction. “Tales?”

I felt anguish, Fury, and frustration consuming my soul. Standing up, I pushed the plates to the ground, picking up the plates and crashing them on the ground as well. I needed to see them standing here whenever I was eating but they kept running away from me as if I was some tyrant. I get it that I instill fear in all of them, but I still need them to be around.