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"What about you? Do you like it too?" Amy laughed and said, "What they wrote is very good." "I seem to like it. Show me the book tomorrow." "Huh?" Amy looked silly. "You don't like this kind of thing." "I want to see what kind of man you like." Amy blushed, "No book, I read it online." "Then you can give it to me online." "What's nice about it? It's not good at all. It's disgusting and... disgusting." "Oh?" "The heroine is always whimpering, whimpering, I had goose bumps, I don't read, you don't read it either."

“Now, hold on! What’s got you all worked up? Amy’s always sniffing around and you have never had a problem with her before.” “You never had a mate before, Ryker! What the hell is wrong with you? That poor girl ate in the corner by herself this morning. And then left after watching you parade around your latest poor choice in s*xual partner to everyone in the breakfast room. She’s your Luna for Goddess’ sake, not some little power chaser. And you let Amy talk about her like that, loudly in front of everyone and hang all over you. You embarrassed her… and yourself for that matter.” Copyright ©️ 2024 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

"Well, I have nothing else to do. And I don't wanna be at home right now. So I wanna come " " I understand, " Amy says, and it sounds like she does truly understand. She could relate probably. As much as Lisa hated to admit it, they had something in common. They were both in love with people they shouldn't want. And that made them weird to those who didn't understand. Lisa used to think Amy was gross, and she still did sometimes, but now that she knew what it felt like to crave the attention of someone she could never have, she began to see Amy in a new light. " Come to my house. Don't bother bringing an outfit, I got the perfect thing we could both wear. It will be epic "

Amy lifted her head, opened her eyes, and cleared her throat. “Oh, yeah,” she said, “I really should get going.” “Do you still want me to drive you home?” Luke said letting Amy get up and start searching for her clothes which she put on hurriedly. She felt as though she’d been wakened from some strange dream and she was still trying to figure out where she was - or who she was for that matter. She stuffed her wet panties in her purse. Amy looked at Kate who was looking longingly toward Parker and realized that her friend hadn’t simply partaken in an erotic fantasy; she’d fallen in love. She sighed and looked back at Luke who was fastening his pants. She watched his crotch longingly as he pul

“Let's do that, pumpkin.” Amy stood up from my lap and moved with a rich man's daughter's elegance towards the dresser (forgot to add that she had officially moved into my room…). She stared at herself in the mirror for a while, admiring whatever beauty she noticed on her skin, before turning to face me. “He has followers, Owen, you're not always current with the news,” she reprimanded or rather warned me. I grinned. “He can't have that many followers, he just arrived in Paris.” “Knew you'd say that,” Amy said, picking her phone from the dresser, she turned on the news and tossed it carelessly to me. “Do you think he came to Paris, just to play child's play? Think again!”

“Then maybe it’s time to find out. Stop wondering. Stop waiting for him to explain. Go look for your answers, Amy. Don’t let him bury you under his silence.” Amy closed her eyes, the night wind tugging at her hair as tears continued to fall. “I don’t even know where to start.” Evan’s reply was simple, quiet. “Start where it hurts the most.” She looked at him, her heart aching, her mind racing between love and disbelief. For the first time that night, Amy realized—whatever she found next might change everything.

“I didn’t mean to.” “A—ah, don’t mind it.” Finally, she said. Lenda felt bad, and so she disregard those feelings that bottles inside of her. Muted ringing bells, and instinctively finding herself engaging towards the woman, who introduced herself as Amy. Amy is sweet. She actually shared that she isn’t from Mexico, but from a foreign country, where unfortunately she needed to out behind. She did not tell her why, but Lenda assumed that perhaps it was because same as her, Amy was seeking for a job that could provide to whoever she left on that place.

The first It has been a month and a half since her parent’s device. Amy’s now 16 years old and a high school sophomore. Still living with her abusive father Chase Sinclaire. Her goal is to graduate a little early so that she can leave that hell hole of a house and away from her father. So to achieve her goal, she studied hard, took some extra classes, even found herself a job at a small cafe and some other jobs. Just to stay away from that monster of a father. Some days she is lucky because he’s not at home. She knew that he would be at a bar or he’s screwing some slut somewhere. I didn’t even care what he does or who he’s with. As long as I am not around him. Amy believes in love at first

Now, Carl and Amy plans to have a long vacation at the quiet province. "Do you think the kids will like it there?" Amy asked his husband while they're getting ready for bed to sleep. "Mm... I guess so, what about you? Do you like to spend our whole vacation at my province." Carl asked when he lied on their bed. Amy closed the book she's reading earlier which is a romance novel-- just like what a usual woman wants to read when they got bored-- and put it inside her drawer of the bed side. She take her eye glasses off and put it above the headboard.