Novel & Cerita Rory Amy

I hope you didn't take me away from my baking just to convert me to the True Path or something? Amy shook her head, licked her lips, and drew a deep breath. 'I . . . My name's Amy Hammond.' 'Oh.' The voice was now icy, not an echo of the velvety tones remaining. 'I wonder you've the nerve to show your face here.' The woman's eyes, dark as a gipsy's, took in Amy's companion. 'It hasn't taken you long to find yourself a new boyfriend. Or were you two-timing my husband all along?'

I opened the door to see a woman I had never met before. “Do I know you?” I asked confidently. She put her arm out in the official were greeting and I returned the gesture. “No, I wanted to introduce myself. I love your tech line, I’m Amy Laughlynn, daughter of the current general for Dragonmoon. I heard that Angel from Silver Thread was visiting with you also! I am a huge fan.” I smiled. “She is, she’s my beta.” Amy’s mouth fell open. “Wow! I had a feeling that Silverclaw Enterprise and Silver Thread were connected, but that is just amazing. Do you mind if I come in and have a chat?”

I replied, “hey are you by any chance..." I trailed off there. What was I about to say? Are you by any chance related to a handsome stranger that I was locked in a staring contest with yesterday? Yeah that makes me sound completely normal. “Am I by any chance what?" she asked, what looked like a knowing smile on her face. I narrowed my eyes at her but almost immediately her smile went back to being normal. I almost thought I imagined it. “Nevermind. I'm Aurora but everyone calls me Rory," I said, hoping to change the subject.

Rory said softly as if confirming it to herself. The agent pointed toward Amelia. "So was she." My heart began beating faster just then. The room suddenly felt much smaller. Rory took the photograph from me. Studied it carefully. Long. Hard. Searching. Then she frowned. "I don't remember her." The disappointment in her voice surprised me. Agent Bennett sat down slowly. "There are more." Then she removed additional photographs. One after another. Each image seemed more impossible than the last. Amelia and Rory at another tournament.

"Are you getting mated? Are you and your Alpha finally having the ceremony?" I felt a murderous cold press in from behind me. "Get me an assistant who isn't blind," Roric’s voice was pure ice. "Or can't you tell who the real Luna is?" Amy flinched, the Alpha's power making her face go pale with fear. I quickly spoke up. "No, Amy," I said with a forced smile. "This is Alpha Roric, the strongest in the North, and his mate. I'm just here to help them choose a dress."

she looked at Any with curiosity. Amy gently pushed Greta's shoulder embarrassment, "I'm after chef Ryan Lewis," she whispered, her cheeks turning red. Greta just listened to her words with her mouth in shock. *****

' ¶ Intro Amyra Cassidy 18 years old, Amyra wants to be a lawyer in the future, doesn't have many friends but a best friend. She lived with her grandma but after she died, she came to the city to live with her mom. She loses her parents as they get murdered brutally and the blame falls on her head Xavier Bryant

I nodded slowly. “That’s… that’s the rogue alpha,” Amy said, her voice trembling. I frowned, confused. “Rogue alpha?” I repeated. Amy’s eyes darted around the room, as if she was afraid someone might overhear us. She leaned closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. “It’s… it’s a werewolf,” she said.

“Oooh, I know that guy. He’s Randy.” Their other woman of color cellmate, whom she labeled the first time as Big Rory’s minion, intervened, which turned out to be Big Rory’s cousin and close friend, Big Amy. Big Amy was a few pounds lighter than Big Rory and had a stylish boy cut, with a big skull tattoo on her neck. They all had big tattoos on one part of their body. Real badass. “Randy?” Leal teased Big Rory. The latter snorted and shyly fixed her hair.