Amy In Brooklyn 99 Novels & Stories

“Now, hold on! What’s got you all worked up? Amy’s always sniffing around and you have never had a problem with her before.” “You never had a mate before, Ryker! What the hell is wrong with you? That poor girl ate in the corner by herself this morning. And then left after watching you parade around your latest poor choice in s*xual partner to everyone in the breakfast room. She’s your Luna for Goddess’ sake, not some little power chaser. And you let Amy talk about her like that, loudly in front of everyone and hang all over you. You embarrassed her… and yourself for that matter.” Copyright ©️ 2024 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

MIRIAM: “You don’t d‍o i⁠t alon‌e. That’s why y⁠o​u ha​ve Amon, Mama Grac⁠e, me, Emma‍n‍uel. We‌’ll hel⁠p. You‍’l‍l‌ figur‌e out t​he rhythm.” [AMON returns​ with hi‌s phone, face alight.] AMON: “Ayana wants to see h⁠er sister. Ca​n we video​ call?” SARAH: “Of cour‍se.” [AM‌ON set‌s u‌p th⁠e video‍ cal​l o⁠n his laptop. AY‌ANA’s‍ face appears on screen—pale, bald, b‍ut smiling genuinely‍ for⁠ the f⁠irst time in weeks.]‍

Amy and I trailed behind him, like shadows bound to their master. As we navigated the corridors, Eden turned to Amy, . "Amy, did you advertise the job vacancy for my assistant?" he asked, his tone casual, as if discussing the weather. I was a few steps behind them, struggling to keep up with their brisk pace. Suddenly, Eden halted, causing me to collide into him. I stumbled back, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I... I'm sorry," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper.

Amy says, laughing at her own joke. Brody looks at me, clearly confused. I just shake my head. "Amy, why don't you go hang out with your friends? I'm sure they'd love to hear about your day." "Aww, thanks, honey. I didn't even see them over there." "Why do you tolerate that girl, man? She's as dumb as a deer." "Because she is very skilled and understanding when I need a quick fuck, without expecting anything in return." "Wow, I thought I was rude. So, speaking of rude people, what's the deal with the girl everyone picks on?"

I was looking at his smile. "What smell is he talking about?" Jane asked while frowning. It was clear that she didn't like him talking about my hair. "Come on, Jane. He is not himself. He is drunk". I comforted her and drove the car. "I am not drunk but I Am Not Myself….. I Am Not Myself, my Luna".

I turned to Sumit and awkwardly waved at him. " I am fine. someone spilled water on the floor and I didn't notice " "let's go we are late "Sumit started dragging me inside " Thanks Ayan for saving my friend's butt there" he yelled at the stranger. __________________________________________________ Ayan's POV I got a call from an AMT software company. They have a vacancy in the designing department. I got excited hearing this started getting ready. I reached the place exactly at 9:30. There were not many people in the building, I waited at the reception so that I get hold of some to enquire about my interview and stuff. I saw a guy standing at the end of the hallway.

He choked so hard I had to pull the phone away from my ear. “Were you drunk, or did someone finally manage to roofie your espresso, you idiot?” Vincent demanded, his voice a bewildered blend of annoyance and sudden, sharp curiosity. “This isn’t the time for your elaborate jokes. And who’s the poor, lucky woman who supposedly performed this miracle?” “Amy Romano,” I answered, letting the name hang in the air. “I’m in love with Amy, Vincent. Seriously.”

Because apparently, it was on days where you were trying to avoid everyone you knew that you ended up running into, well, everyone you knew, one of such people being the loud and obnoxious Amy Leonardo. “Oh my God!” She exclaimed as soon as the elevator doors dinged open and she came into view. I was really hoping that I would be able to ride solo until I got to my office floor and for the first six floors, I had succeeded, but unfortunately, Amy just had to put a pin in my hopes of solitude and happiness. Just fucking perfect. “Hello Amy.” I greeted, trying my hardest to ignore her stares of surprise and scrutiny but outright ignored me and kept staring at my protruding belly

Bluey said, shaking his head. “Come on, guys. Back to work. We only have a few hours left,” Theodore said, and they resumed what they were doing. Back in the hall… Amy entered the busy hallway where mobsters moved around constantly. She held a dirty bucket of water while limping forward when she suddenly bumped into a man, spilling the water all over him. “Hey, you stupid bitch!” he yelled, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. “Are you blind?” he snapped, veins bulging from his neck.

Brooklyn said suddenly, "What are you thinking about?" At this time, she moved while gaining some support using her walker. "Well, you're recovering well, and you are much more energetic than when I first came here." "It's great, great." Amy on the side clapped very cooperatively. Brooklyn's cheeks blushed a little. The sun shone a circle of brilliance on her head, and she looked as peaceful as an angel. It was only that I realized that I was staring at people rudely again. Such behaviour was impolite.