Blindsided Amy Daws Novels & Stories

I became a traffic director for Amy, making sure no one disturbed them. I was distracted for a while with a few lingering guests. When I searched for Amy I couldn't find her until checked in the study, peeking through the slightly opened door. I had to suppress a gasp. Somehow, probably at her urging, David had slipped his hand into the top of her gown and he had her breast almost in the open. Amy gave no indication that she minded and smiled at him, saying something that I couldn't hear.

***Daisy's POV.*** After that incident, I took two days off from work. Then I joined the work and applied for resignation. At first, Amelia was shocked and refused to give me a good reference, but I had already decided. She finally accepted it and I contacted my Dad about my moving back home news. "You are coming back." Dad says, and I can sense his smile while he talks. "Yes. I am tired of only seeing you guys once a year. And also I miss you. I can do whatever I want to achieve there only." I say.

"we are unfortunate to get the fortune we desire. The peanuts we earn is spent on shelter and food. We sleep like piles of garbage. We pay to get comfort.. I am tired. I miss home. I miss my family ................................. I stopped reading, closed the dairy and began wondering about my father's experience in Libya. It was a bright Friday. The sun shone brightly and the day seemed bright. My mother and siblings had already done the chores and left together for the bar. I walked happily to the clinic. It was my first session with Dr. Amrah. I just declined Layo's offer of acompanying me to the session. I felt it wasn't necessary. I had texted Dr. Amrah earlier. She was expecting m

Isadora: The morning air was cold against my cheeks as I got dressed and left my dorm, dragging my feet across the cracked stone floors of Ashywick’s endless corridors. Every step felt heavier than the last. My body ached in ways I didn’t remember being capable of, and my mind—my mind was a storm I couldn’t quiet. I had barely slept, though my dreams had been filled with shadowed corridors, flames, and whispers that seemed to follow me even when my eyes were open. I still carried the residue of panic in my chest, like a stone pressing on my ribs.

She hated how useless she was, putting her safety in Jane and Adom's hands. The wooden door opened and Ammy turned, her heart speeding up in sudden hope of rescue. To her horror, Damon stood there, alone, gazing at Ammy with dark, hungry eyes. Ammy scrambled away from the bars as Damon stalked forward, the alpha unlocking the cell and crowding Ammy into a corner. Ammy glared up at him, on his knees and fighting tears. Had Jane and Adom been discovered? Was Damon here to gloat?

I didn't say a word, I just reacted. Amy must have been airborne for twenty feet before she hit the floor and skittered into a wall. Dwayne had turned around when I yanked them apart. If he was pissed because of that he must really hated what came next, because I was right in the middle of an old fashioned Southern ass-whuppin' when Amy jumped on my back screaming. "Stop! Please Stop! You're killing him."

“Ames!” Amy turned to see her. “Yes?” “Don’t worry about Daisie. Even if she got the lead character, she’s being brutally attacked. I’m very sure that she’s probably hiding somewhere, crying her eyes out.” Amy froze, then said, “She’s not as weak as you think.” “So what? The crew did treat her nicer. She doesn’t even want to clarify things now. I’m sure it’s because she’s guilty.” Amy looked at her and asked, “How do you know so much about the crew?”

Amy knew she wouldn't see it, but maybe someday she could take a winter vacation in this part of the country. With an hour to spare before dinner, Amy turned back. She didn't see anyone watching her as she moved along the path but felt it. She returned to her room and combed through her suitcase for something to wear for the requested "dress" dinner. She only had one dress, but she felt she might feel safer in slacks. As she removed a blouse from the suitcase, a set of large teeth gently grasped her hand. Amy looked into the black wolf eyes. She then glanced back down at her fingers. Al removed her teeth. Amy reached for the blouse again and the teeth were back. She put her hand to the other

“Not that sister. My real one.” Amy frowns. “Daisy is your real sister.” I shake my head. “Long story. Clover was kidnapped when she was three. We just found her. She’s coming to meet me and my dad.” Her expression softens immediately. “Oh. Wow.” “She’s a redhead,” I add. “Striking. You won’t miss her.” Amy chuckles. “Got it.” I dive into the morning briefings, checking properties in escrow, listings about to close. Everything looks solid and profitable. I lean back slightly.

Amy nodded. “What about the other case? You said you have something,” Daine asked Amy. “Oh yeah,’ Amy quickly nodded and reached into her bag. She brought out a tablet and showed them a picture of a man, “This is Gilbert, he drives Victor Darlington's wife.” “Ashley?” Daine raised her brow. “Is she also involved in kidnapping my daughter?” Eleanor’s voice trembled. Amy gestured to them to hold on and let her speak, “I have Daniel's two kids under tight surveillance, he doesn't know who I am but he knows that I have the power to make them disappear if he doesn't cooperate.”