I Love Amy Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

she said. “I think you are overthinking things here.” “I’m not over thinking things, Amy. I… just..” I said, stammering. Just then Amy clapped her hands. “I’ve got it!” she said, a smile playing on her lips. “Got what?” I asked, looking at her confused. “An idea.” she said. “What’s the idea?” I asked her. “I think there is a way for you to know if you really are in love with Alpha Duncan.” she said.

As if under a spell, I froze in place. "What are you doing here?!" Amy hissed angrily at me. "Sorry, I didn't know," I said, stuttering. "Hey, girl. Do you want to join us?" The boy lying on the bed peered at me with a confident grin. "That... isn't Laird. That... is Chris?" With my mind still struggling to think, I whispered softly. Amy slowly stood up beside the bed. Amy didn't even bother to straighten her unkempt shirt before she began walking towards me. I couldn't even divert my gaze from Amy's sharp eyes.

He immediately said, “Let me get you something, my dear.” After Jenny drank some water, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m tired. Carry me to bed,” she said sweetly. What else could he do but agree? Meanwhile, Amy was unaware of their dark thoughts. As usual, she had breakfast and prepared to visit the garden. Before she could leave, someone knocked on the door urgently. When she opened it, she saw her close friend, Wendy. Wendy immediately asked, “Amy, have you seen the news today?”

Damien was coming to the human world despite my warning and it hurt me to think about the trap waiting for him. “I just cannot believe that Alpha Damien would be that gullible to fall for our little trick all because of you, Nora. Love is a sickness and when it eats deep into you, it makes you weak and makes you do stupid things. When you are in love with someone, you are blind and deaf to the rest of the world.” Amy spoke about love with so much bitterness like she had been a victim of it that I wanted to ask who had hurt her. But Amy's love life wasn't as important as finding a way to save Damien.

Amaya’s voice shook but never faltered. “I used to think love had to be careful,” Amaya said softly, her voice trembling as she met my eyes. “Something quiet, something safe. I thought love meant finding someone who wouldn’t shake the ground beneath my feet.” She paused, blinking back tears, and held my hands tighter.

“Okay, but for real, Amy, you can’t just—” She cut him off, the irritation returning. “Just drop it, okay? I’m not a child. And I am not yours to claim. Now, can we go? We are going to be late.” “Fine. But we are not done talking about this,” Lucas warned. Amy shot him a quick glare, her hand already on the doorknob. “We’ll see,” she muttered, swinging the door open and stepping outside. ~-~ “This place is beautiful,” Amy gasped as she looked around the Vinyard.

"Every time you look at me I feel... and then I remember who you are and I want to vomit." Rihanna feels the words like a slap. She doesn’t cry. She just nods. "Okay." He stands. Grabs his keys. No tap-tap. At the door he stops. "I love you. But you’re my sister. Don’t make me hate you." He leaves.

" Fine, I suppose it would be rude to not thank him for the chocolates. I'm sure he left them in my locker for a reason, he must have expected me to come talk to him after " " Probably. It's very romantic " " Whatever " Amy popped a chocolate into her mouth before pushing herself to her feet and elegantly walking over to where Jamie was seated with his friends at the front of the class. she saw the way his face brightened as she Amy the seat beside him, she whispered something to him and he eagerly nodded to whatever she had said. Lisa shook my head at the display.

Amy can barely nod as we say goodbye to our colleagues and head to the cabin. As I lay Amy on the bed, Amy unexpectedly stutters something. "My love ... my love!" "Amy what are you saying?" I exclaim surprised. “Come here my love. Tell me that you are my love. I want you." “Amy I remind you that you are drunk. And that you like women. " I exclaim. "We're making an exception for tonight," says Amy, pulling me hard towards her. I can't resist it. I fall on the bed on Amy and Amy starts kissing me.

"You dirty girl, you were touching yourself, weren't you?" Her sigh of relief was satisfying. Amy, for all her jadedness, was still an innocent girl. If she was ever caught for torture, she would be the first to squeal, except she's also loyal to a fault, so I don't know what to make of her yet. "I didn't want to wake you, and I..." "But I'm awake now, so come to Daddy, or did you come yet?" "No one can make me feel like you do." She whispered sincerely. Why the hell are you trying to leave me then? But my hypocrite self knows why!