Blindsided Amy Daws Novels & Stories

Damon said constantly as he watched his mate in pain , despite everything he still loved and value her , especially now he knows the truth and all that she had passed through. Few minutes later ,Dax came out with the news and a sad face . "How is she ?"they all chorously asked . "What about Amelia "they asked again. "Amelia went into shock and she is fine ,but Sylvia lost her baby at the process although she would recover in no time it was just a little scratch since she was with bullet proof,she went into shock also and she lost her baby due to the shock and trauma withy he constant beating she received the first time "The Doctor,Dax explain to them .

Feeling terrified of the danger before her eyes, she quickly turned around and tried to run away, but Losa stabbed her back with a dagger. Jleb! “Ugh.” Amy widened her eyes as the dagger pierced her back profoundly. “Thanks for helping me,” Losa whispered in Amy’s ear, then laughed crazily again. She forcibly pulled out her dagger when blood flowed profusely from Amy’s back. Losa smiled with satisfaction when she saw Amy fall to her knees before finally collapsing onto the thick cold snow. “You help people at the end of your life. You will definitely go to heaven,” she said while changing her face to resemble Amy’s.

She jumped back while ducking her head down again and missing another stabbing attempt. Amy moved like an Olympic gymnast. She didn’t let the elevator’s tight enclosed space hinder her mobility. She did a few backflips while trying to avoid being stabbed. She infuriated the woman soldier by kicking her in the head after doing a backflip. “Didn’t see that one coming, did you, bitch?” Amy didn’t let her heavy breathing stop her from taunting the Infantry-woman. She wiped the sweat off her face and neck before waving her finger at the soldier. Amy shifted to one side, missing another stabbing attempt. When Amy jumped out of the way, she stabbed the soldier straight through her wrist at the same

Pearl says, looking over her shoulder worriedly in that guy’s direction. “That was epic to watch, Amy! You are truly fearless! That has earned you another shot,” Viviana laughs before making her way back to the bar. “There is a fine line between fearless and stupid,” I mutter under my breath, but even with the loud music, everyone can still hear me thanks to our werewolf hearing. “Whatever. Let’s focus on dancing and having fun! Daya, do you still have Darius blocked from the mindlink? Remember what you promised!” Amy turns to our older sister, who is standing there with her arms crossed, not looking amused anymore.

She mocked me. "No more games Aubrey Blaine. No more games. Face the true monarch bravely. Don't hide behind a façade. Face me and end this. Remove your mask." I spoke pointedly at her. "What mask?" She laughed. "I am Amy Daunter." I couldn't take no more and I took out my dagger hitting her in the face with the hilt. She fell backwards, spitting blood out of her mouth. I took off my sweatshirt, showing them the sword that was strapped on my back. The crowd gasped upon seeing the sword. I turned around and walked back inside the house. I walked up to my room, shutting the door behind me. I sat down on the bed defeated and fell back, running a hand through my hair.

It made him very terrifying. As for Amy, she was stunned as well. She didn't expect to see the CEO of Dawson Real Estate Holdings get slapped by a nobody in public. Of course, that sight pissed her off to no end. After all, today was the day when the Dawsons and the Meyers held their business gala. The fact that Cassian slapped Jay was equivalent to him slapping her as well. So, Amy yelled, "You definitely have a death wish, don't you? I'm warning you—"

Do you still have feelings for her?" "No." Do-Yun answers instantly. "Then what are you afraid of?" Ye-Rim says and walks away leaving a stunned Do-Yun. Ye-Rim drops herself on the couch and glances at the television screen. "Are you angry?" He asks and sits near her. "Yes." She answers without taking her eyes off the screen. "I am just worried about her. You know that she was used to my best friend." He says softly and puts his arm around her shoulder to comfort her. "I know." She smiles weakly before looking up to meet his gaze. "Let's forget it." He caresses her cheek. "No." She pushes his hand away. "Just leave." She whispers.

As he turned to grab his helmet, Alexandra appeared at his side. “Hey,” she said, her voice softer than usual. He smiled, nerves and affection mingling in his eyes. “Hey, yourself.” She hesitated, then reached into her duffel and pulled out a faded red wristband. “For luck. You gave this to me before my first Outlaws game. Figured you could use it now.” He took it, his thumb brushing her fingers. “Thanks, Lex. Means more than you know.” He almost said more, almost told her that she was the reason he was here, that she was the one he wanted to fight for. But before he could, Morty Sample called out, “Let’s go, Davis! Time to lead.”

Grim-faced, Blake cradled her with one arm, and her eyes were red, as though she'd been crying. Scott frowned. "What's up, man?" Blake shook his head. "That was Nat." He looked at Scott. "Local law enforcement," he clarified. "Apparently, those bastards who burned down the place called the cops in California to say that Amy is AWOL. She's supposed to be in private rehab for six weeks, and instead, she's here. U.S. Marshals are coming tomorrow to take her back."

Amy snapped, charging at me with both a physical and spiritual presence, reaching to strip the gown from me. “What the hell are you doing?” I grabbed Amy’s hand and shoved her back hard. Snatching a dress off someone in broad daylight? The audacity! I was seething. I wasn’t about to take this lying down. Amy stumbled and nearly fell. “You lowlife from the boonies! Don’t be so full of yourself!” she shouted. As the Davis Pack’s pampered heiress—albeit from a family in decline—she was used to strutting around behind Rina like royalty.