Famous Amy Novels & Stories

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

“Okay, fine. Leo Favino. Sorry. My mistake.” Amy looked between them, immediately sensing the tension in the room, but she quickly composed herself. She stepped toward Leo with a warm smile and held out her hand. “Hello, Leo. My full name is Amara willams , but everyone just calls me Amy. It’s nice to meet you.” Leo stared at her outstretched hand for a few seconds before slowly taking it. His handshake was brief and weak, and he pulled his hand away almost immediately. “Yeah, hi,” he muttered.

Amy was short for Amelie. Hillary laughs at her dramatic friend, “And you’re still goofy as ever. I know you want to greet someone you’re very much looking forward to meet, no?” Hillary wiggles her brows towards her friend, who finally glance behind her shoulder. There were stars inside Marga’s eyes, “Can I?” The genuine excitement in her voice was clear as she beams at her. Hillary nods and she saw how her hazel eyes glimmers. “Oh I’d please to do so,” Marga squealed like a teenager, peeking down at the child hiding behind her Amy. She still can’t believe Amy’s here, freely walking without a single bodyguard around her. It’s odd, did something interesting happen while she was away?

“I mean, how did this happen? I just don’t understand it.” “What are we going to do?” Eve asked. “I think we should contract Famous.” Amy suggested. “No.” Cassy countered, wiping her eyes dry again. “Famous is a worm. That idiot failed us the last time.” “So what are we going to do?” Amy asked and a cold look of resolution entered Cassy’s eyes.

On the other hand, he had discovered some very interesting things about this Amy and those who surrounded her. Amy Luiza Andralls born December 25, 2055 - a graduation picture of Amy next to Soraia, both hugging and smiling, appeared on the screen, although Bait had an old newspaper recounting the catastrophes that had occurred at Division High, including the graduation day. Amy is a native of Lacrimal city and her mother is the owner of the Luxor Diamonds hotel chain, Valeria Luiza Sobbral and her father is the finance assistant, Andre Rassel Andralls a photo emerged: Valeria elegant in her red evening dress with black bands at the neckline and waist, black eyes and the braided coke on top

Amy: Call me. ~ Amy wasn’t always as boring- -the fact was she could’ve easily been the wildest. She could’ve very much been a better murderer. Afterall we didn’t really know her. You. Truth is, Amy was the kind of person that got wild at parties, the booze tasting and seldomly drugs. The only one that dared to rock a ripped black shorts and a sleeveless with netted socks. She was that type, even though you couldn’t tell. For the first few years in high school, Amy had never really dedicated much time to figure out herself. Till she met her. Sally Regenade.

Skills: User's choice- Can perform limited actions through the user's will. Needs to contain material first. Amy was elated. "Things just became Exciting!"

I apologised, rushing to my closet and pulling out a summer dress. Amy huffed and flicked a fiery curl over her shoulder before she sank into my couch and played with the bracelet on her arm. I guess you could say that Amy was the only friend that I had in New York- apart from Greg and Jessie, that is. But where Greg and Jessie only knew “Cassidy-Louise” and the history which came along with that persona, Amy knew Cassandra. “I've got so much to tell you,” I said as I slipped the dress over my head and grabbed the first pair of shoes I found.

I choked on my drink, knowing fully well she intended to let me hear that. One thing you should know about Amy, she is the dirtiest whore when it comes to sex. She can do the nastiest of things without hesitation. And she is proud of that. Amy came back soon with a drink and my sister, Amara, on her toes. Amy shared a look at me that stated "what happened" while I gave her a confused look. I have no idea what she was talking about. Amy probably guessed I'm clueless too so she secretly pointed towards Amara, which I ignored because I was happy to see Amara.

“And my name is Amaris.” “So, Ames—is it okay if I call you that?” He asks, and although I can see his lips moving and know that it’s obviously him speaking, all I can hear is my brother’s voice saying that same stupid nickname. Suddenly, I’m no longer on the outskirts of the pack lands with Maxon. No, instead, I’m standing over Axel’s still warm and bloody body, the sound of the gunshot still echoing throughout my mind, the beat of my heart pulsing double time in my ears, as if it’s having to work harder, trying to make up for the fact that Axel’s heart no longer beats as mine does.