One Moment Please Amy Daws Novels & Stories

The famous sister. “She’s celebrating her collaboration launch with a fashion brand this afternoon,” he explains casually. “Amy’s currently shooting in Vancouver, so now I’m short a plus one.” My brain pauses immediately. A plus one? Carter looks at me directly. I try to process what he's saying, but his expression is unreadable. In six seconds, he calmly speaks. “I can work with you, Skylar.” I blink, short of words. “You’ll be my plus one in an hour.” What?

she whispered the last part. Daine turned to Amy as she stood, drawing their attention back to her, "I'll confirm the final decision about Samantha Dale's case from my husband. so we can know how much time we have." "Okay, let me know, please." Daine stood up and hugged Amy slightly with the table in between them, "Thank you so much for being there for me when I needed you," She said with gratitude. "Anytime, Daine, you've been there for me in my worst times. This is the least of what I can do to return the favour." Amy responded, pulling from the hug.

“Wow. This just keeps getting better.” Amelia blinks, finally noticing me. “Oh! I didn’t realize you had company.” She offers a dazzling smile, the kind that probably gets her anything she wants. “Hi, I’m Amelia. You must be one of Damon’s… associates?” I raise an eyebrow. “Something like that.” Damon clears his throat, stepping slightly between us — not protectively, just strategically. “Amelia, this is Ava Hayes.” Recognition flickers in her eyes, faint but there. “Oh. That Ava.” Her tone dips with polite curiosity. “The one from the papers.”

She couldn’t stop gasping after crying. “My name is Paul Chandler. I’m Princess Death Row’s assistant,” Paul whispered to Amy. Amy took a deep breath when she looked around at the body of her sister, Lisa. Her sister’s sunshine yellow dress was soaked with her blood, and her body rested on the floor next to the hospital bed. Just a few hours ago, Amy was laughing and talking with her father and her sister. Lisa came to visit Amy earlier in the morning. The mother of two didn’t know it would be her last day on Earth. She had time to spend her last moments with Amy.

Amy POV I waited until Darius closed the door behind him before sitting down on the couch. Layla pulls her hair into a messy bun before asking, “What did you want to see me about, Amy?” I put my hands in my lap and say, “I want to mind-link Drew and tell him you have marked Darius.” Layla frowns as she asks, “Why?” I look at her and say, “So he can tell Nathan.” She stands up and sits beside me on the couch before asking,

She knew what this pendant was and took her eyes off of the table and turned it to glimpse at her daughter, who pretty much avoided her question. Mrs. Davenport embraced her shoulder from behind while Amy brushed her cheeks with some powder to look perfect for her work. Her mother took a glance at her overly enthusiastic face and twisted her own face like a pretzel. Amy noticed her, probably scheming how to ruin her perfect day when she can finally go on a date with the guy she first met in the office last week.

“But Victor and I are attending an art gallery opening tonight and a party at an ambassador's home tomorrow night.” Amy nudged me and jutted her chin at a group of Alpha girls standing a few feet away. They were staring at me with strange expressions on their faces. When they noticed I was looking at them, one waved at me. I knew her name was Amber. “Hey, Daisy,” she said. “I love your outfit, and your hair looks terrific.” “Thanks,” I said. It was the first time Amber had spoken to me, and I wasn’t sure what else to say.

I got to have my discussion with Amy by accident, walking in on her and Dwayne while they were in a fierce lip lock, her hands groping his crotch while he had one hand locked on a boob and the other was gripping her ass. I didn't say a word, I just reacted.

Amy dropped Ava Brown who had automatically became Eva Adams in front of Olive company and gave her some advise which could be helpful for her in the big but dangerous company. " You shouldn't forget anything I told you, okay? We can't have you get caught by those monster, alright?" Amy asked for the umpteenth time with concern in her pretty eyes. It was like she was having second thought now that they were in front of the company.

"What are you saying?" Amy smiled. But it wasn't a genuine smile. "I'm saying that maybe the world would be better without you in it." She let go of my arm and reached into her pocket. When her hand came back out, she was holding something. A dagger. Small. Sharp. The blade caught the light from the string bulbs overhead. "I've thought about this for weeks," she said. Her voice was calm now. Too calm. "Ever since you came back to school. Ever since I saw you with Morgan. With Flint. Looking so happy. So perfect."