Possessed Amy Rose Novels & Stories

So close when you’re up here, it feels like you could touch it. I put the dress over Amy and set her down for a moment to put my shorts on, then grab her again before looking over at Walker. “This is bad, Walker.” I tell him and he nods. “She can use her powers. Do you understand what that means?” Walker looks back at me. I look down at Amy and then look up shaking my head, “I can’t think straight right now. Just tell me.” I tell him and his eyes soften when he looks down at Amy as well.

Giselle muttered as she cried in his arms. 'I am willing to be under your possession'

As Serena scooped Theo up in her arms and continued her sugary greetings to him, Amy felt the first crack in her perfect illusion. The ex wasn't just still in the picture. She was still very much a part of it. And Damien Ross? He watched the entire exchange with that same quiet, unreadable intensity - as if he were already wondering exactly how long Amy’s carefully drawn boundaries would hold.

I asked rhetorically, my pinkie finger twitching. “Ash Winters wouldn't think the way you're thinking, he wouldn't be so worked up like you are now, sweetheart, he'd strike first and hard,” Amy said coming into the room, a towel strapped around her breast, her long legs visible. She let her hair down, adding radiance to her ivory skin. She was right. Having done my research, I found out Ash never thought before he acted, and that probably was meant to be an advantage to me, but that man's brutality was on a whole different level — he was psychotic.

This crazy pervert was seriously asking for a death wish. Zeke muffled a chuckle, his eyes lingering on Alan's subtly enraged features. He poked Alan's nose, a satisfied warmth spreading through - look at that, the little one's having a temper fit. Amelia watched the entire exchange with calm eyes, her curious gaze lingering on the slender figure buried in Zeke's arms. She blinked, finding that frame a bit too familiar, like the older brother she'd spent months searching for. She lowered her gaze, a low, depreciating scoff escaping her cherry, pink lips. Like any of that would be possible, that brother of her's could never afford to meet someone this powerful and influential. Talk more of ly

The crowd murmured in agreement with Amanda’s plan. Avery met my gaze for a moment before nodding. “Very well.” Amanda grinned before pulling something out of her pocket. My stomach sank. It was the bottle that had contained my wolf. “Have you seen this before?” Avery’s eyes rounded. She gritted her teeth for a moment. “Yes,” she finally admitted. Amanda took a step toward her, seeming to enjoy the way Avery stiffened. “Where?” Avery was quiet, looking helplessly at me.

I have no choice but to tell her because I need someone else to convince them not to agree with Galiviosa. “Amy? Chill. What’s going on? Are you okay?” She asked while we were on our way to the restroom. “Freya, please tell me that I can trust you with anything.” As I was holding Freya’s shoulders in a bit of a tense manner. “Yeah sure, what is it?” She replied looking worried at me. “I am the owner of Galiviosa and please don’t tell anyone that I am not Amy Wills but Amaya Wescott. I’m telling you this because I don’t want anyone from our group to choose Galiviosa to report. I’d rather go with Howards... Please.”

My left eyebrow rose. "Peri?" "Well, Maybe because I courted Amy, She rejected me." That's a straight forward answer. "Outside of the asylum, Is there anybody else?" I asked. "None." Chain replied. "Rose, Do you know something Amy keeps to herself?" "I know she had a diary, But I don't know where she hides it." Rose looked up trying to stop the tears. They really do think she's dead. "Is it okay if we get a tour of the asylum?"

Blood dripped onto the white tiles. “I promised you I’d bring him back,” Amy said quietly, voice lower, raspier—changed. “And I always keep my promises.” She dropped the head at the priest’s feet, Ellie didn’t blink she stepped down and met Amy halfway and then Amy took her hand, the entire room seemed to shrink. “She’s mine,” Amy said, turning to the Merchettis. “You can hate it, deny it, try to bury it under blood and power but she’s mine.”

I couldn’t even see Daisy – and she had to be here somewhere. “Daisy is with Auntie Rose,” said Owen, very seriously. His brow furrowed. “She collapsed after you did.” He knotted his fingers together and rocked back on his heels. “She did?” I struggled to sit up. Hunter was quick to help me and, the second his hands touched me, an instinctive surge of hate swelled in me. I tried to ignore it, tried to think about something else, but it couldn’t be ignored. Amy had done this to me. She would suffer for it.