Famous Amy Novels & Stories

As she tried to suck in deep breaths so that she would get the courage to open the kitchen door and step inside, she froze as something caught her attention in the far corner. Turning a bit so that they wouldn't catch sight of her, she managed to make out the features of Alpha Damien and his girlfriend, Elle, sitting at the dining table and having dinner. They were chatting loudly and because of that, were not aware of her presence in front of the kitchen. Elle was beautiful, but had a heart of stone, so Ariel always made it a point to stay out of her way.

“Sorry, I haven’t had much time for you tonight.” “I’ve been having a wonderful time,” Amy said. “Most of the Alphas have been friendly, except a handful who just ignored me.” I gave her a side hug. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. Did you dance with anyone special?” “Nobody is as special as my guy,” she replied. “Do you mean the mystery guy you’re going on a picnic with on Sunday?” Amy giggled. “His name is Justin, and no one here is as special as him.”

Since Amy valued fame and wealth more than anything else, the consequences would destroy her reputation sooner or later. Jessamine opened Swan's internal network. She spent a lot of effort finding and saving the video of the award-winning design from many years ago. If Amy was desperate enough to risk it all, then Jessamine would lend her a hand in it. … The next day, Jessamine bumped into Amy in the restroom. Amy was busy touching up her makeup. After learning about Jessamine's pregnancy, she couldn't be bothered to put on a facade anymore. "He actually let you come to work while pregnant? He clearly doesn't care about the child in your belly, does he?" Amy said, confronting Jessamine direc

“Classic Amy. She hates meat. I think she hates everything.” I gave her a tired smile. “Alright, your highness.” I carefully prepared a small bowl for Amy, straining all the vegetables and chicken from the soup and pouring the clear broth over the rice. Then she pointed at the plate of French fries—her absolute favourite. She ate French fries like they were air. I placed a few fries on her plate, mixing them in with the rice and soup. She took a spoonful, made a little scrunched-up face, but kept eating. I could already see her next demand forming.

My jaw nearly drops when he smiles like his day had just been brightened. “Mr Karl Woods smiles? That's odd, but it's Amy. Who wouldn't like her?” I trail off internally, admiring her beautiful hour glass shape. Heads turn and whispers fill the room. “Wow, that's the heiress.” “Is she our special guest? She is stunning, she is rarely seen.” They gossip like they had just seen an angel, I smirk slightly when Amy's eyes meet mine. She smiles back, damn it's been years. Does she even remember me?

She was happy when she ran across Kayla in the restroom, and she thought that luck was on her side. "OK cool," Kayla said and she prepared to leave but came to a halt when Amy said. " Do you know I used to date Bryce, and Alex was also my closest friend?" Kayla turned around and gave her a puzzled look, trying to understand why she was telling her that. "Have never heard of it," Kayla replied, placing one of her hands on her waist, clearly curious in knowing more. "Whoa! They've never told you? Okay, never mind," Amy said, and was ready to walk away when Kayla talked.

Ella’s jaw dropped when she recognized her. Amy. And they were wearing the same outfit! The look on Amy’s face could’ve frozen hell over. No one wants to see someone else wearing the same outfit, especially when they look just as good. But being the composed host, Amy quickly masked her irritation with a smile directed at Matt. "Isn’t this the famous 'Rose of the Battlefield' under Commander Matt?" she said sweetly. Matt returned her smile, albeit a bit stiffer than before. "You flatter me, Teacher Amy. This is our station's brightest star, Amy White." He said introducing Amy to Ella.

Amy followed Zion through the bustling lobby, her grip on his hand tightening with each passing moment. As they made their way to the elevator, Amy stole a glance at Zion, her heart fluttering at the sight of him standing beside her. But despite the prying stares and whispered conversations, Amy held her head high, refusing to let the scrutiny of others intimidate her. She was Amy Armstrong, CEO of Diamond Group, and she would not allow herself to be cowed by the opinions of others.

Amy said, "I know. The news is there. The previous kidnapping videos were posted on the Internet. It's really embarrassing. If I were her, I would have been too ashamed to see anyone!" Xiao Fan said, "So, you can't be the president's wife. In my opinion, you are beautiful and capable. Even if you want to be the president's wife, you are much more suitable than her." Xiao Fan said, "Amy, you're too kind. That's why she climbed up on your shoulder." Amy said, "What a scheming b*tch, b*tch!" Xiao Fan asked, "Amy, do you have a job?" Amy was upset.

Amy said around a large piece of gum. "Hey, your nickname should be Misty. Get it?" "No," I said. "You don't?" I ground my teeth. "I get what you're saying about the nickname, but, no. I don't need or want a nickname. Did you run over to Mr. Maxwell's office?" Amy leaned against the door. "Yeah, he's hot." "You saw him?" I lunged for the door. "He's all over the news," Amy said. I stopped myself and laced my fingers together again.