Amy Nelson Novels & Stories

I'm okay, fucking allergic to peanuts though"." "Language, young lady," he said with an amused smile before kissing me on the lips. I snuggled into his chest, embracing the warmth. A few moments later the doorbell rang. "That will be the doctor," He said going to answer it. "Hello Alpha, Hi Luna," a slim silver-haired woman said. "Ella this is Doctor Amanda," Leo introduced. "Hi," I said. "Shall we get started then?" She said, bringing in a huge suitcase behind her.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

Mike smiled up at me. “I need you to keep Lynn with you. You are her protection.” Oh hell no, is this what he wanted me to do, protection duty. “What are you playing at Mike? I will help you deal with Joseph but I am not keeping that woman with me and protecting her. Forget it.” Mike glared at me and I glared right back. He had me fucked up if he thought I was doing this, I’m not a guard dog. I am Jensen Daniels, the biggest name in New York aside from Joseph King.

For the first time since they arrived, someone was actually acknowledging their pain instead of throwing medical jargon at them. “But I need to tell you what Clementine told us just an hour ago,” Spirit continued, her eyes shining with sincerity as she held Mrs. Lindell’s teary eyes. “She looks at herself in the mirror every single day, and she sees a monster. She wears oversized clothes to hide away, and she told me that the emotional shame and the hiding make her feel like she’s already dead inside. She feels like a prisoner in her own skin. She doesn’t want to live the rest of her life in the shadows, missing out on her dreams and her youth because she’s too ashamed to stand tall.”

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.

I responded with 'ohs' and 'ahs' as Julia spoke. "Mark Nelson, as I've told you before, digs older chicks for whatever reason. Weird. He's the oldest at thirty and dominates the real estate field. He's the one I like." She mumbled the latter. "Henry Nelson, his cocky ass is a womanizing whore who screws all his female employees and associates. Though the youngest at twenty-seven, he’s richest of the three as an internet billionaire and a complete genius.” "Wow," I gasped through a giggle.

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At the first one I knock on, I’m greeted by a women. “Who are you?” She asks immediately. It’s occurs to me, that this is Alpha Noah’s assistant. I’ve seen her make appearances on televisions before, but she’s much prettier in person. She has the sleekest, longest brown hair I’ve seen in my life, and deep brown eyes so large and searching, it’s unnerving. “I’m here to deliver a message to Alpha Noah,” I tell her, trying not to be intimidated by the glistening jewellery around her neck and in her ears.

The echo of Tammy’s voice still lingered in the tiled air like the aftershock of a slap. Her pride stung. Her knuckles throbbed. She moved closer to the glass. She took one deep breath. Then another. Then let out a bitter laugh. “Focus Sarah” she murmured. “You are on the verge of having everything you have worked for.” She tilted her head, examining her reflection, as if searching for the version of herself that looked most like a queen. “It’s the throne,” she whispered. “The title. The power.” Her eyes gleamed, sharp, calculating. “I was born to be Luna. Me. Not some weak little girl who stumbled into fate’s lap. I’ve trained. I’ve bled. I’ve waited.”