Debs Amy And Lucy Novels & Stories

The thought of this leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. “I feel they’re talking about us,” Amy tells me. “I think so too. Well, fuck them and whatever the fuck they’re saying.” I reply, and Amy smiles at me, her eyes twinkling. She’s such a blabbermouth, but I can tolerate that because we mutually hate Lucy. Before long, she tells me all about why she and her husband are even at the party in the first place, and how Lucy's father offered to help him revive his dying company.

I wanted her to be the one to tell me, but it seemed she was adamant about me not knowing the truth. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “That we are starting to have memories of our time under his control,” Amy muttered, meeting my eyes. “I didn’t think we should tell you because some of the stuff is pretty fucked up and I didn’t think it was wise to freak you out.” I rolled my eyes. “Trust me, I know some of the shit you guys have done,” I said, glancing at Derek whose face reddened immensely. I looked back at Amy. “But it wasn’t you. It was Lucias. You were under his control.”

The room was empty and only a single chair sat in the middle. A solitary window as small as a three months old baby stood a few metres close to the ceiling and was the only source of light to the room. Amy seated on the chair, hands and legs bound and a bomb round her waist. Normally, the young girl would be bold, but in this situation she couldn't. Her eyes glistened from fresh tears. “Hello, pretty, do you know me?” Lucian asked squatting to reach her height. “I've seen you around, I guess,” she wept, a few strands of hair stuck to her sweaty face.

Wendy called out as she stood. Toya stepped out of the kitchen and looked back at me. “I don’t know how long we have, but Amy is about to have a very hysterical woman who lost her mate in her hands.” Toya gave a soft smile. “She gets to explain to her devastated mother that her dad is still alive and then she is going to have a very livid luna on her hands.” “Oh fuck.” Hanna jumped up. “No offense Amy, I don’t have the ability to deal with a distraught luna that might rampage at any moment.”

she could no longer contain herself, pulling her friend into a hug “Oh, I’m so happy for you two! I'm sure you'll be so happy, Lucy! So don't worry too much about how to tell people about this, okay? You've waited so long to be happy like this. You have to show it proudly!” “And she chose to wait for this for a long, long time…” Ruby murmured, with a half smile. “Stop teasing me! We have more important things to talk about!” Lucy chirped, quickly glancing over Alice's shoulder, as if to check if Millie was still too distracted by Massimo, before she started mumbling "We kept an eye on Amber at the last few High Society parties, like you asked. That's why I came here today, instead of tomorro

in a parking lot somewhere, sunlight on her hair, looking like the world hadn’t even touched her. I should’ve felt relief, gratitude…something good. But that’s not what hit me. What hit me was heat, low and sharp, pulsing behind my ribs. “How recent are these?” I asked quietly. “Three days old,” Darren said. “We’re still narrowing the location. It’s somewhere in the lower district, but she’s walking a lot. Every time we think we’ve got a trail—” “She slips,” I finished for him. He nodded. I leaned back in my chair, the photo still in my hand. Amy. The name sounded foreign now, like it belonged to another lifetime.

By the time they were done with breakfast, Amy’s bedroom was spotlessly clean, with a set of new pillows. Amy and her best friend spent her birthday morning in her bedroom, doing dress ups, manicures, taking selfies and having a movie marathon. They were halfway into the third movie when Mandy received a text from her elder brother, Kyle, that her flight would leave in an hour, making both girls sad.

Chapter Eighty-Six – Unhinged. After Lucy left with Chandelle, Arya quickly dismissed herself from Winx and rushed home. If Debby was planting spies at these strategic places, then she could have one at her school too. Could they be one at the Wade’s Mansion? The servants, security guards? Debby’s goal was just to make Damien suspect all his workers, wasn’t it? “This is bad. Damien worked with people based on trust. If Debby was taking advantage of it because she knew that, then she was being very cruel.”

Chapter 13: What Hurt Most? The Water Or Humiliation? “Hi.” Lucien jumped. He turned to see Amy standing at the kitchen door. Her dress was pink today, with a tiny bow tied at the waist. She smiled sweetly. “H-Hi,” Lucien said nervously. “You… you shouldn’t be here.” Amy giggled and stepped inside. “Why not? Are you cooking?” “Yes, but… your mom or dad might not want you here.”

He just looked away. Becky answered instead, still chewing her pancake. “Yes, it’s real. Maya needs a new mum. Someone who will love her. I’m that person.” Amaya’s face turned red. “You two are disgusting. She’s not even cold in her grave, and you’re parading like peacocks. What kind of people are you?” Lucas shifted in his seat but didn’t argue. “I hope karma wears heels,” she muttered before walking out. *************************