Sally Acorn Vs Amy Novels & Stories

Amy's voice was unexpectedly calm. "Miss. Amy, you don't even have any power, how can you fight with a man like Michael? The previous time, he succeded in taking you away. I'm worried that it may get worse now." "I'm the CEO of Meedaq's group. Did you still think I'm not powerful?" Amy asked. Brett was shocked. It was impossible for him to believe but he knew that Amy can not be lying. "You are aware that it was Martha that made Broderick and the kids loose their memory, right?" Amy asked.

I said, and her face widened. “Amy, what are you? Who are you?” She yelled as she spilled black blood from her mouth. “Well, I am Amy, the wife of the man you all manipulated and wanted to kill just now! And also I am the one you all have been looking for,” I said to her, and she looked at me. “What!” She exclaimed. “I am the supreme lady, just the person you least expect at your war party!” I said it to her face, and she was shocked.

she corrected gently, “but tonight’s not about rules, it’s about breathing.” Her tone was casual, like she was talking about burnt toast or spilled coffee. But that was Mia…..never dramatic, never pushy, just there. I sighed and leaned against the counter. “How did you even know? I—” She shrugged, cutting me off. “You weren’t at work for sixteen days, Amy. And everyone at the restaurant’s been talking. I didn’t wanna be part of that pity circle, so I came here instead.” “Oh.” “Yeah.” She started looking around the kitchen like she hadn’t been there a hundred times before. “You cleaned. That’s new.”

"Not since he met you." I smirked. "So, that's it? You wanted him, but he pissed you off and now you're after me in order to get to him?" One of her eyebrows lifted. "Well, it started off that way, but we have ulterior motives now." "We?" I asked when the back door flung open abruptly. Amy stepped out with her sickle in hand, ready to fight. "Amy, run!" I said, as I struggled against Garrett, who was pulling my arms behind my back.

someone in the crowd muttered. “No,” Amy said, cracking her knuckles. “I volunteered.” Elder Maeve smiled faintly. “We agreed. A Luna must be able to stand against jealousy and pain. What better opponent?” Amy looked at me, a cruel smirk tugging at her lips. “Nothing personal, sweetheart.” Liar. The horn sounded. Amy struck like lightning. I barely dodged the first blow before her fist caught my shoulder, spinning me off balance. The next hit landed square in my ribs I heard something crack. The crowd winced.

“It’s not the same thing.” He raised a brow. “How is it not?” “It’s not,” I repeated, sharper this time, sitting up straighter. “What I did and what Daniel did are not the same.” Amy leaned forward slightly, her voice calm but firm. “Okay, let’s just slow down,” she said. “No one’s attacking anyone. We’re just… talking.” Ralph leaned back a little, but his eyes didn’t leave mine. “I’m just pointing out the obvious.”

"I've realized we should cancel our involvement with Raven. I can't handle being around Ryan..." Understanding the gravity of my words, Amy assures me, "Your well-being is what matters most. We'll find a way to navigate through this." "Thank you," I say gratefully. In an attempt to lift the heavy atmosphere, Amy shares her exciting news with a spark of enthusiasm in her eyes. "Actually, I've decided to participate in a prestigious confectionary competition. The winner will have a chance to compete for an international award. If I succeed, it could be an opportunity for both of us to escape the troubles that have weighed us down."

“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

Since the first time she took short classes at Le Cordon Bleu, she was always spent her time with Amy even though Amy was five years younger than her. Amy looked up, her face looked messy because her tears were continuously fell down. She turned to look at Greta, there was no remorse on her face. "I don't like the way Ryan looked at you, I want to make him hating you!" said Amy for the first time after several months they knew each other Greta finally could see the other side of Amy's hidden character.

“That’s the point, Amy. From what I saw… I don’t think I know him anymore.” “Why can’t you just accept that I love him?!” Amy angrily exclaimed. When she remembered that Carl was still asleep, she took some deep breaths to control her anger. “Stop saying that, Amy. You don’t love him, you’re only being manipulated.” Paula retorted through clenched teeth. “That’s not true, mom!” Amy countered, standing up from the bed. “Stop saying such things about Bryan. I love him… I’ve loved him for a long time now.”