Amy Spin Dash Novels & Stories

She backed up so fast that she almost lost control of the car. “Hang on tight, baby! I’m getting us out of here!” Amy said to Azad again while driving the car in reverse. When she spun the car, she almost caused it to do a three-hundred and sixty degree turn. Amy tried to stay calm while also comforting Azad. A$AP was still gently booming through the car’s speakers at a low volume, and Amy softly rapped along with the young man, calming herself using his lyrics.

He was taken out of my lap, and a bouncy little girl came over instead. "Hi! I'm Daisy. You're the fire Alpha we told daddy about." "What?" I'm so confused. Fire Alpha? Told who what? She just sighs. "It's OK daddy knows. What's your name?" She has crawled up in my lap and is playing with my wiry curls the hairdresser is leaving out. "Sydney Eld." The hairdresser is pulling my hair up into some fancy updo since I will be receiving my Alpha mark tonight. She's tugging hard.

it was almost night time. Standing right in front of the matte black mansion, they made a plan. The door is pushed open and Maddox stepped in with his sister and a cousin, Caden. Sasha appeared out of nowhere. "Welcome...Maddox Dasher..." she said in an elongated sentence. "Is he here?" Maddox became all unaware. Sasha knitted her eyebrows in confusion and asked, "Are you not Maddox Dasher?" "Do I look like that asshole to you?" he faked an aggressive face.

My magic was still humming beneath my skin, but the cool night air from the stairwell at least seemed to take the edge off. The cafeteria was mostly empty when I entered, with only a few lingering in the seats with late cups of tea or the last of dessert. In one of the corner tables, Ashleigh Dana sat alone, her hair silver that seemed almost luminous in the dim light, with faint streaks of amethyst swirling through. It caught the light like moonstone. She was nursing a mug of tea, tendrils of steam lazily curling up toward the ceiling. Her eyes flicked to me the second I stepped through the doors, a gleam of recognition in them. She raised one brow in invitation.

A high-speed car was coming at her. Zack blinked his eyes, watching the exchange between Xavier and the blonde. He turned away from the sensual scene in front of him. His blue eyes roamed the small town until he stopped and stared at the woman who was talking with a customer at one of the shops that went viral recently with their specially blended drinks and meals. The woman was small—lithe one might say—with her delicate bone structure. Her hair was long, reaching her hips that she Dutch braided for it was easier to tame her hair when she was working as a server at the shop.

"Yeah. I heard Joshua's legs were too badly damaged to save. They had to amputate both of them. He'll be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. "The driver who hit him has a terrible reputation. Even if the Stewart family wants revenge, they probably won't find him. "And thanks to the evidence you provided, the police uncovered their tax fraud. They were fined a fortune. Joshua was removed from the board of directors. It'll be almost impossible for him to make a comeback. "Sheila, everything is finally over. And through it all, your hands stayed completely clean. You're incredible." Yara's smile grew even brighter. "Call me Sheila. From now on, I don't have to live using Yara's identity a

He gives Dash a knowing look but doesn't say anything further. A young man of no more than 22 years of age arrives at the table and proceeds to seat in the empty seat beside Lenny. She recognizes him as the last Behrt-Lehman boy. They all look unmistakably similar with firm cheekbones and hollow cheeks but, they have a few distinct features. Dustin, the youngest of them, has a lighter shade of black hair and it’s in a much curlier texture, his eyes are a bit lighter as well. Darius’ hair is cut very low and accompanied by a pair of surly, brown eyes and a trim beard. But, it is Dash that took the darker end of everything. His hair is completely jet black, his eyes such a dark shade of brown

†††††† Name: Dash Age: Hidden Height: 5"8 feet Ability: Dark Dash †††††† Dash was clad in all black that covered every single part of him except for his eyes. He was like a ninja and even used a black dagger that he reverse-gripped. The Dark Dash ability was actually just a relatively rare variant of the super speed ability. It incorporated darkness into the user's every step, the usage of which was unlimited. After all, the only limitations to any one ability is the users' level of creativity; their ingenuity when it came to their knowledge and application of their abilities. Dash just so happened to be one of the newly added fighters who was very creative in his use of his ability. "Alrigh

“I’m beginning to think the universe is telling me to stay unplugged. Told you I didn’t want to get that phone” David shrugged. “Chances are whatever’s waiting for you isn’t going to be anything you want to hear.” “Maybe. But I’d still like to get in touch with my bank.” She didn’t like the idea of spending even more of David’s money. That was infact the only reason she wanted to get in touch with her bank…not because of the phone. “Found one!” Steve emerged from a back room, a faded yellow box in his hands. He blew off a layer of dust before rubbing the box on his shirt. “No bells and whistles, but it’s got Wi-Fi and Bluetooth and cloud access.”

“Who else would? A tired and rude cab driver?” Daniel shook his head, like he was already used to Susan's shenanigans. “You're welcome. Have a great night.” Susan looked at me, face calm, but eyes narrowed. “Don't think too much, Grace.” I put my hand on my forehead in a salute. “Sir, yes, sir.” She leaned over quickly and pinched me. I yelped and jumped back, rubbing my throbbing arm. “Why?” “Just because.” And just like that, they were gone.