Does Shadow Have A Crush On Amy Novels & Stories

Crash! What was that? Crash. There it is again! The disturbance was coming from the small kitchen at the back of the cottage. Just then, she saw a blur of a dark shadow speeding toward her. Her heart pounded under her ribcage. The shadow ducked around the corner and into the study. It’s as big as a man! Scared but curious, she followed. It was like nothing she’d ever seen before. “Hello?” she croaked, her mouth dry.

Willow clutched her wine glass, but Roy looked away indifferently and nodded at Cameron. Cameron, who had been rather reserved, enthusiastically invited Roy to join him. “Nah. I have other commitments,” Roy declined. “Don’t just stand there, Willow. Take the love shot with Mr. Shuttle. Hahaha!” Someone in the room teased her. Cameron sat back down, and the door reopened with a push. Roy propped his arm against the door frame, his lips perking. “It looks like a party is going on here. Mind if I stay and watch?”

He was untouchable. I had previously glanced down at the name stitched into her uniform: Amy Martin. The letters blurred in my vision as my mind replayed her trembling hands, her eyes filled with the same quiet terror that gripped me now. She was so young—barely twenty-one, maybe younger. A girl who should’ve been living, laughing, studying, anything but working here in a house suffocating with fear. And yet, she was trapped. Just like me.

“You’re the worst.” Amy laughed. “And yet, your pupils just dilated like you saw God.” I groaned, pressing my palms to my face. “I hate you.” “You love me,” she sing-songed. “And you love him, apparently. Look at you, blushing like a sinner in church.” “Shut up,” I muttered, half hiding, half smiling. Amy’s grin softened. “Good. There she is. My Rora. The one who still feels something.”

I realized what I had done. Now it is March 25th, and the timing of Addie’s visit and the fashion show that Amanda wanted to go to do not line up quite right with what I need. Even with the little bit of buffer that I built in, Piper is very likely to run out of the herbs before I get to her. I cannot let that happen. So now I am scrambling to figure out a way to get to Moon Shadow sooner than planned. And no one is making it easy on me, including and especially Amanda.

I said with a stern voice and saw her stand up straighter and her eyes cast downwards. ‘That’s right pup, show me some respect.’ I gloated internally. Shadow simply shook her head in amusement at my petty victory. “Good evening Alpha.” She greeted timidly while my eyes fell to the cup of coffee in her hands. If there was one thing I had learnt about Amy in all the years I slaved for her, it was that she never and I mean never drank coffee. In fact, she never failed to express her disgust for the beverage saying how bad it was for the skin.

Look out at Shadow Moon territory. It's dark. Quiet. Too quiet. Something moves in the trees. I freeze. A figure. Standing just beyond the light. Watching the house. Blonde hair catches the moonlight. Amy. My breath stops. She's here. Right here. Twenty feet away. I should scream. Should tell Kade. Should do something. But I can't move. Amy raises one hand. Waves. Then she turns and disappears into the darkness. Like she was never there at all. I stand at the window, shaking. She wasn't attacking or threatening. She was sending a message: guards mean nothing, locks mean nothing. She decides when this ends.

Shawn stood there, his mouth slightly agape, his gaze fixed on Amy's curious yet infuriated face. He struggled to find the right words to respond to her sudden outburst. "What do you mean?" Shawn chuckled nervously, hoping to diffuse the tension that had enveloped them. "Forget it," Amy snapped irritably, her patience wearing thin. "Katherine must be waiting for us." Unwilling to let her go without understanding her anger, Shawn reached out and gently held her hands, a desperate attempt to keep her from walking away. Amy turned to him, her eyes filled with frustration and a hint of betrayal, and Shawn could feel the weight of her gaze piercing through him.

Dario. Amy didn’t wait, she moved in and that’s when it went wrong, the Ambush they had been waiting, seven men, heavily armed not Capetti, not Merchetti — the shadow family. The ones who had sold their loyalty to whichever side paid more. Amy ducked behind a marble column, reloading. One of her men was already down, the other was screaming. A bullet grazed her thigh, she stumbled. Another smashed into her shoulder. The outfit slowed it, but the force knocked her back. Blood in her mouth, smoke in her lungs. She heard her name once and then — silence, she collapsed.

“I think I finally have a crush.” Camellia raised a brow. “ Tall, charming, quiet. Kind of broody. Honestly, he looked like he belonged in a movie.” Camellia forced a smile, though something twisted faintly in her chest. “Wow. Good luck with your crush, Amy. I’m happy for you.” Amy kissed her cheek lightly. “Thanks, sissy.” And then she was gone, humming as she disappeared into the bathroom. Camellia felt a little bit uneasy, she was in a new city to start afresh and forget her past, but somehow she's still letting herself drown in her past, in her shadow.