Famous Amy Novels & Stories

Amy, her stepsister, was standing next to her stepmother laughing at her as well. Amy had blond hair and blue eyes. She has a fair figure. She’s evenly tanned. She’s twenty three years old. She just recently graduated and was a top model in the entertainment world. All men adore her as they find her desirable. Especially the elderly man, who’s a billionaire, named Sebastian Whitmore.

Though, he’d yet to give me any real answers, so I didn’t concern myself with his distance. My brows furrowed at Amy. “What do you even mean by that? How do you know who I am?Who are you?” She looped her arm through mine and guided us farther away from where we’d found her and closer to where the jeep was parked in the middle of the road. Atlas was now leaning against the passenger’s door. “Like I said before, my name is Amy. I’m a unicorn shifter and the last of my kind. I’ve been hidden for years, but then, one day, I knew I had to come find you.”

This man was not making it out of tonight alive. The moment we stepped in, I realized just how out of place I was. There were famous people everywhere. Actors, models, musicians, influencers… People who probably had more money in a single shoe than I had in my entire bank account. Meanwhile, Maddie looked like she had ascended to heaven. "Oh my God, look! It’s Sabrina Greyson!" she whisper-yelled, pointing at a famous actress. "And over there—that’s Will Samuels!" Me? All I saw were reasons to run away.

And Bryan caught up with me as well. I coaxed him to have fun by himself next door. In front of the dressing table, Amy opened her three story dressing box and helped me with the makeup little by little. As soon as she put foundation on my face, he asked, "Are you... Miss Defiant?" "What?" I was stunned. I didn't expect that Amy would actually recognize me. Seeing my reaction, Amy was enlightened immediately. She smiled and said, "As a make up artist, I am gifted in keeping people's faces in my mind. Besides, your face condition was special at that time. So it left a deeper impression on me."

“Oh my God, Amy! That was super risky!” Mandy, Amy’s best friend exclaimed in a high pitched voice. Amy was currently sitting on her bed, Skyping with her best friend. “I mean… What if your dad decided to walk in?” She continued while trying to stiffle a laugh. “I know, I know. I just.. I got carried away.” Amy confessed, thinking back to the heated make out session she had with Bryan a week ago. “Sure, you did. I can tell from how crimson you are that he was smoking hot.”

Exhausted, she was in Leneay and Amy's room with them, waiting for the message Akyl was supposed to send. "Why don't you go home already?" Amy asked applying another layer of lipstick. "And where are you going, instead of staying home? " Amy smiled proudly at her reflection in the glass." I landed a date with Nathan. Contrary to you two, my life does not revolve around my identity. You both live and breathe werewolf and The Conquerors. What's with the name actually, what are we going to conquer? " Raïna giggled and Leneay sighed. "Have fun." Leneay cheered.

Since he had forgotten, I would take my time to remind him about that. "Thank you for getting so many people to celebrate my birthday with me, Edmund. I've always celebrated my birthday alone since my childhood. This is the first time so many people are celebrating with me…" When Amy reached the end of her speech, she choked and threw herself into Edmund's arms like a sad little she-wolf seeking comfort. Between sobs, she suddenly barked an order at my most trusted subordinate, the Beta named Bowen Norton. "Can't you see my makeup is ruined? Bring me a tissue," Amy demanded.

AMY'S POV I was still fuming over last night's event scrolling through the tons of photos online. The media did not waste time to post all the pictures taken at Edouard Laurent's party, and my name was already trending in the comments. "Wow! Amy Walters has already secured an invite to Laurents Luxe soiree in just one week of publicity.” “She’s really making her way up the ladder.” I scoffed and continued scrolling through the comment. "Is she in a relationship with Liam carter?

"My friend is not crazy." Amy could be seen, posting her posters and muttering to herself. She has her contact information written below and a short note of pleading for anyone who wants to help her make this known to the world, but only those who move closer would be able to see that. She has noticed since she stepped out of her home this morning, that someone was looking at her. No wonder that guy told her to lay low. Amy was emotional, but not stupid. She added more passion and her ways were elaborative this time.

Amy was not offended, she felt happy because she was called a socialite. "You rarely come to any event, you are always busy with your work!" replied Amy, slightly irritated. Leah was surprised, "Work? I have a job?" Leah asked, confused. Why didn't Jerome tell her? Leah also forgot to ask because she was busy thinking about her family. Amy gasped, "You don't remember anything?" said Amy, who did not think that a famous workaholic like Leah Abigail could forget the work she loved. Leah just grimaced, how could she remember her job? She doesn't even remember her husband!