Blindsided Amy Daws Novels & Stories

Amy dropped Ava Brown who had automatically became Eva Adams in front of Olive company and gave her some advise which could be helpful for her in the big but dangerous company. " You shouldn't forget anything I told you, okay? We can't have you get caught by those monster, alright?" Amy asked for the umpteenth time with concern in her pretty eyes. It was like she was having second thought now that they were in front of the company.

I squeeze my eyes shut and pull my hand from Liams so I can cover my face. If I hadn’t given into her though, we wouldn’t all be standing here. She would have fought back, and we would have lost someone. “Amy, what did she do to you?” Dallas asks softly and I look up into his eyes. “She made me the moon man.”

it was a girl who, Zandrew guessed… Ran very far and fast because she was catching her breath. “Hi ma’am, I’m blind. If you’re very kind will you… How do you know my name?” he realized, “I’m Amy. I came to uh…Oh my god! You pretended to be blind?!” she questioned, “Oh My that is the funniest thing I’ll ever remember in my life. I should’ve let you continue on saying that sentence.” She was still catching her breath and Zandrew can already hear her heart pacing from it. “That’s all I can think of! Anyway, good thing you found me, I thought I was gonna be kidnapped or some sort.”

Whose life would I unravel next in my quest for retribution? The night was young, and the city stretched out before me like a vast chessboard. I moved my pieces carefully, planning my next move with meticulous precision. The game was far from over, and I, Amber, was determined to emerge victorious, no matter the cost. The taste of victory was sweet on my lips as I continued my calculated assault on Lucas Davis. He had no inkling that the woman orchestrating his downfall was the very one he had wronged – his estranged wife, Amber, whose appearance he could no longer recognize due to the skillful hands of a skilled plastic surgeon.

I am. A warm hand grips mine and I look up to see worried eyes staring back at me. He had a panic attack? "Amy?" I swallow the lump in my throat "When you say word blindness, do you mean–?" It's her turn to look pale "I'm sorry, did you not know about your stepbrother's dyslexia?" I don't nod because I want to hear everything she has to say, so I exhale and inhale four times before pasting a smile on my face and trying to relax in my seat

Avery stared at Damien; her breath completely hitched in her throat. Was that really an accident? He had aimed the cane with the precision of a sniper. There was no hesitation, no searching sweep of the cane. He had struck the exact millimetre of Elaine's heel needed to off-balance her, right at the exact second Elaine had pinched her. But as she looked at him, Damien simply turned his blind gaze back to her, holding out his arm. His expression was completely blank, the picture of innocent helplessness. No, Avery thought, trying to calm her frantic mind. He’s blind. It had to be a coincidence. He couldn't have seen what she did to me.

she stammered. "And why should I believe you?" "Because she was in my room," Amyrah spoke, looking at Amber with a smile. Amber let out the breath she didn't know was stuck inside her as she stared at the little girl, her eyes slightly wide in shock and confusion. But she decide to just go along with what Amyrah said . "Yes, that is where I was," Amber nodded. Before Damian could speak, a picture was shown on the television screen which made Damian stand up immediately. His face suddenly became pale as he stared at the screen.

I wonder if anyone knows that the end of a car accident is the beginning of hell, recovery and endless pain. Yet the road remains the same and people continue driving through it. Apparently a month and two weeks later, the mid September; the month I was supposed to be at UCLA (University of California and Los Angeles) with Jeremy I was seated in front of a woman named Lydia. Late thirties, slim, dirty blond hair and very beautiful. She had a welcoming aura around her at all times and she tried her best to get me to talk but she failed dismally for the past two weeks.

I gasps at the sight of a man appearing from the balcony, “Jesus—“ My eyes widen at the figure, seeing Damon standing in front of me feels surreal. I was kidnapped and I was molested but somehow I survived. I immediately push my body away from him, increasing the space between us as I grip hard onto the sheets of his California king bed. “Alice . . . it’s okay.” “No, get the fuck away from me. You—you, lying bastard.” “Wait, this is a misunderstanding.” He replies, bringing his hands up as a white flag.

LIAM'S POV I woke up with an uneasy feeling in my chest. I looked beside me to find Amy sprawled out beside me. Her careless sleeping position drew a laugh out of me. Her head was on my arm, and that was what was normal about it. Her legs were in opposite directions. Her hand almost covered my nose, and her hair was everywhere. I tried to get out from under her tentacles, literally, she turned and suddenly opened her eyes. "Goddess, that was scary." I huffed. "Why did you suddenly open your eyes like that?"