Amy Vs Peach Novels & Stories

Jay said, “Don’t move. I will carry you.” Angeline wrapped her arms around his neck and enjoyed the special pregnancy treatment she was getting with peace of mind. When Jay put Angeline on the couch, she suddenly smacked her lips and said, “I want to eat cherries.” Jay responded, “I’ll buy them.” “Loquat.” “I’ll buy them all.” “Sour plum is fine too…” Jay eyed Angeline suspiciously. “You want to eat something sour, don’t you?” Angeline nodded. “I think so.”

“Got it. Anything else I should know?” He pulled out his little iPad like a seasoned secretary and showed me a document titled ‘Our Allergy List.’ “I am allergic to peanuts and nothing else!” he said proudly. “Nora is allergic to peanuts and seafood. Amy is allergic to soy and many nuts. So, do not give her any nuts, okay? Ace is allergic to soy and many nuts too.” I arched an eyebrow. “Amy and Ace have similar allergies.” Augustus beamed. “They are best friends,” he explained, as if that were the most logical conclusion in the world.

Amber said I chuckled . I never realized i had let out a single tear .... I never realized the people standing in front of me were the ones who except me for who i was . I smiled . "Shit ....you ruined your makeup !!" Peach said . I laughed with the others . They walked ahead but peach didn't. "I am so sorry to ruin the mood " She sighted . "Ya you ruined mood i hate you i don't wanna talk to you ,all you do is cry " she stated emotionless

The pink tint on her cheeks always managed to make me smile a little. She was adorable. I had never used that term on someone before but that was the only way that I could describe Dove. Her heart was too pure for this world and much too good for these calloused hands of mine which was why I was adamant about protecting her from all that I could. “Open and let’s see, D,” Amy pressed her friend who likely wanted to see if her gift far outweighed hers. It did. “Okay,” she relented and began digging into her bag. “Let’s see what we have here. It’s a—what the fuck?”

“Not going to punch me?” asked Asher. Amy stepped out from behind the wall and leaned against the tree. She folded her arms over chest. The aggravation was clear in those orbs of hers. She wanted to tear the man before her. “Feel lucky that I am holding myself back,” Amy said. Then, her eyes fell on the paper box on the ground, and her scowl got deeper. She then spat, “A lucky bastard indeed.” In a bitter tone, she added, “she doesn’t even bake for us.”

"The Dawsons and the Meyers are allies! If my family's success can reach new heights, the same thing will apply to yours too! " Upon hearing Jay's words, Amy smiled seductively at him. She purposefully tugged her collar downward, revealing more cleavage. "I know this new Frondian restaurant that has just opened. The food there is pretty decent. Why don't I treat you to Frondian cuisine tonight?" "Oh?" Jay snuck a glance at Amy's chest. "Well, you know I don't like Frondian cuisine at all." "Think of it as accompanying me," Amy replied. "Once we're done with dinner, I can go drinking with you at the hotel…"

EMMA* * “That bastard really has the nerves!” Amy huffed out as she paced around the pavement. Paxton had already walked away for his own safety the moment he say Amy approaching us, knowing how crazy defensive my friend was. She must have done something when I told her he cheated on me with a campus floozy. “He should thank his stars that he ran away! I should have done something worse than scratching his cars with my keys,” she muttered. “Oh my God, Amy, so that was what you did; no wonder you didn’t want to tell me!” I voiced out to her; she didn’t look fazed; she shrugged her shoulders instead, looking proud of what she did to Paxton as payback.

Ace was wrong when he said I did. "You aren't exactly the epitome of good, you know," I deadpanned with a sheepish smile. "Yeah, Assholes recognize other assholes, Mia. We know what our kind looks like," his pink lips pressed into a thin line. "I guess it's a good thing that he made what he wants from me pretty clear then," I shrugged solemnly, actually feeling pity for myself, "he's just trying to get into my pants."

And that was saying a lot because Juicy liked to eat. "What is in this...? Banana?" But she didn't have any bananas. Troy was nodding. "You had a box of instant banana pudding in your pantry. That's the secret ingredient—not so secret anymore, I guess." "Pudding?" She savored another bite of pancake. "I would have never thought..." There wasn't one raw spot on the bacon, nor was it burnt; it was just right. Juicy peeked at him. "Can I ask you a question?"

Amy won't live here, but everyone knows where one is; the other is not too far away. Layla and Amy are beautiful-looking girls. Layla has wavy white-blonde hair, emerald green eyes, slightly tanned skin, and is tall and slim. Amy has straight black hair, big blue eyes, olive skin, and is just over five feet tall. Layla shows no interest in the pack males where Amy is an outrageous flirt. They say opposites attract, and it is very accurate in their case. I chuckled this morning as they grabbed some food before running out of the house. It's going to be a hot day. Amy yelled something about going swimming and visiting Marian.