I Love Amy Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Down the stairs. Through the hallway. I need to find her. I need her to tell me the truth. To confide in me. Because I am the only monster here who truly wants to save her. And if that makes me weak… Then so be it. --- I see Amy before I even realize it. She’s running toward me, tears streaking her face. Her hands tremble. Her chest heaves with every step. Before I can reach her, she collapses at my feet. “They took her,” she bursts into sobs.

They picked the one that faced ours directly. Blair noticed too. She muttered something under her breath and headed back toward the lunch counter. I watched her step into line again, her posture still tight. When she came back, she set a tray in front of me. Steam curled from the food. The mashed potatoes had already started sliding into the corn. The smell of gravy rose up between us. She sat and picked up her fork. “You want to know what Amy did yesterday?” I blinked at her. “What?” “She saw the boy she likes. A boy she has in math class that she has the biggest crush on.”

I asked, still stunned. On various occasions, I had tried to read through it, but to no avail. The highest I ever went was page seven, and here, Amy claimed it to be her favorite. “It's quite easy and I do love the writings in it,” she announced as she munched on a snack. I nodded, satisfied. Soon, it was nightfall. The sun had completed its journey to the Western skies and all that was left now was a thick wave of darkness. “We should get dressed now. Jackson's driver would be here soon to take us for the dinner as mentioned.”

How could I ever accept an ordinary kiss on an ordinary date in an ordinary life, now that I know this fire exists? ​I look down at my hands. They're still trembling. Amy's "First Rule" keeps ringing in my head like a bell: she doesn't know how to love, she only knows how to possess. And I, no matter how much I deny it, longed to be possessed with every fiber of my being.

I'm nine years old when I secretly contact my mom Lori Parker's family to get her out of the remote village. When my grandpa, Richard Parker, bursts into the cellar, he finds Mom chained by the neck, with a whip stained with dried, dark blood lying at her feet. Overwhelmed with rage, Grandpa beats my dad, Bruce Fraser, until he is almost dead, vomiting blood repeatedly. Dad is left paralyzed and bedridden for the rest of his life. Just before getting into the car, Mom cries and reaches out to me. "Amy, I'm taking you home!" My eyes sting as I clutch the hem of her clothes, but then memories of my past life come rushing back. Her family turns against her because she protects a bastard l

Leo's men laid what remained of my ravaged body before him. He slowly crouched down, reached out a hand—but couldn't bring himself to touch me. His fingertips hovered in the air, shaking uncontrollably. At last, he peeled back the covering and carefully examined my left hand. Mercifully, because the chains had kept my hands suspended above the waterline, they were relatively intact. His gaze traveled slowly downward until it landed on the ring on my left ring finger. His entire body convulsed, as though this was the moment he finally accepted that I was gone.

I fist my hand in anger that I can't able to take her in my arms because of the damm door. Just then the lift door atomically opened I enter inside and hugged her tightly.. Amelia hugged me back and starts sobbing on my chest.. 🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠 Hi dear readers, How was the chapter? Enjoy and don't forget to press the like button dear readers..

**WARNING' The following chapters contain scenes of a violent nature!** Amy waits for Michael to give her the all-clear before she could enter her home. Today had been emotionally draining for her. All she needed right now was a hot bath and her bed. Striding straight towards her room, she runs herself a hot bath and collects her bath towel and robe. She was still ignoring Dimitri’s calls and had not kept true to their every 2-hour promise. Her husband had a lot of explaining to do if she had misread the signs. Giving an exasperated sigh and sliding under the water, she put him out of her mind and closed her eyes.

They walked down the long corridor together, chatting until they reached the math room. "This is the math room, the art room is the one over there," Amy says and pointed to the room at the end of the hall, "well see you, I'm late." Amy said goodbye to Clara and hurried off to her living room; It was time for the subject change, Amy was playing Spanish and she went to another classroom, entered and sat in her place to wait for the teacher, she put on her headphones to listen to music and leaned back on her desk, she was calm when she left. Suddenly she saw that some girls were bothering someone, when she observed that she got up angrily and went to where the young women were since, she hated

!! TRIGGER WARNING !! Physical abuse in this chapter may be triggering for some. Please skip this chapter if this is something you struggle with. !! “Oh fuck. Look, Amia,” Dylan murmured in awe. “My cock is already slick with your juices. You’re already wet for me,” he groaned.