Blindsided Amy Daws Novels & Stories

Ami took a step back as the shadow grinned, revealing rows upon rows of sharp, crooked teeth. Ami stared in horror as the shadow raised its right arm, it's claws shining in what little sunlight there was, and in a blink of an eye it brought it down striking Ami and sending her crashing into a thicket of bushes. Ami breathed shakily as she got up from where the bushes, feeling the burn of the claw marks that now marked her skin. She had but a few precious moments before the shadow screeched, sending shivers down Ami's spine. Ami spent little time standing around and bolted from the soft know the hunt had began and that she was the prey.

72. The Ultimate Revelation Third Person's POV Travis stood frozen, shock and dread coursing through him. Miller’s words had reopened wounds he had buried deep within himself. The realization of how close he had come to losing Wynter—the person he cherished most in the world—gripped him like a vice. If Miller hadn’t arrived in time, Wynter might have met the same fate as Denissa. The mere thought of it flashed vividly before his eyes, making his knees feel weak.

The crowd erupts in confusion and every lens turns toward Chad. He looks cornered, sweat beading at his temple. His gaze flickers toward me. Then, suddenly, a weak voice trembles from behind us. “Kael…” and the entire hall goes silent. I turn and see Amy stands at the top of the stairs, barely able to hold herself upright. Her white dress is stained with blood and dirt, her face pale, eyes sunken with exhaustion. She takes one shaky step forward, then another. The cameras flash wildly, reporters shouting her name, but all I hear is her broken breath.

Lucas raised an eyebrow. Amy leaned in conspiratorially, her eyes sparkling with mischief despite her nervous energy. “You know, being blindfolded and tied up again might actually be an improvement. Could you ask your men to do that like they did when they kidnapped me? At least then, I wouldn’t be able to see how high up we are.” She waggled her eyebrows, a grin spreading across her face. “Plus, it would give you some peace and quiet. Win-win, right?” Lucas’s eyes widened, a startled laugh escaping before he could stop it. He shook his head, torn between amusement and disbelief. “No, Amy,” he muttered.

When I reached the door, which was slightly ajar, I froze. Amy’s voice was low and breathy. “Why the fuck did you touch her, Adam? My best friend?” I peeked through the crack and my stomach twisted. Amy was completely naked, straddling her stepdad. She was riding him slowly, hips rolling in deep, filthy circles, her hands braced on his chest. Mr. Reynolds lay beneath her, groaning, his big hands gripping her ass tight.

Wade and her daughter, Abigail Wade, were found sitting in the living room. “Allow me to introduce you. This is Mrs. Wade, the wife of the chairman of Daybreak Finance and the apple of her eye, Miss Wade. She’s a top graduate from the Ivy League in Amaranthia. She’s smart and beautiful.” Sylvia warmly introduced them, but Damon’s face quickly became very sullen. He had lost count of the number of blind dates that his mother had arranged for him, similar to this one. Worried that Damon would refuse once he found out, Sylvia had actually used his father’s health as a lie to trick him into coming home.

I had no idea it was this late. Jace stirs beside me and I immediately turn my attention to him. "Jace! Are you awake? It is me, Amy. We are safe. Dwayne is gone," I blubber nervously. The black wolf's eyes flutter open. I stare into his eyes and with deep joy that he is finally awake. I hold his head in my hands and continue pleading. "I am so glad you are finally awake. You have been unconscious for so long. I was so afraid you would never wake up."

“Choked on my drink, that’s all.” “Careful. Don’t spill anything on the carpet,” I said. He scowled. “Funny.” They must have felt the tense energy between us, so Alex interrupted. “How is your new product going, Amanda?” “I am still working on it. I promise that this time it won’t fail. I am hoping to go somewhere tomorrow and get one last ingredient.” He was puzzled. “I thought you received it this morning.” “It’s a last-minute thing. I already called the place and Diego has agreed to come, right Diego?” I turned to him. His eyes bulged out of his face.

Damon: The moment the car pulled into the driveway, I knew I was in for a storm. I watched as Lysandra stepped out of the vehicle. Her hair is clicking sharply against the pavement. Her eyes dark with anger as they locked onto me, and I knew that there was a firestorm of rage, frustration, and hatred.

But the moment didn’t last. Just as I moved to walk beside him, a woman burst through the crowd, her long dark hair flowing behind her like a cape. She ran straight to Damon and threw her arms around him without hesitation. My steps faltered. Damon immediately stiffened and pulled back. “Stop it, Amy,” he said firmly, gently pushing her away. Oh. Her name is Amy. She didn’t even flinch. Her expression didn’t show the slightest hint of hurt or shame. Instead, she quickly recovered with a sweet, practiced smile.