Secret Life Amy Novels & Stories

I ordered, "I'll deal with your mistake." "She's hot though," the other man said, "I could use—" "That's enough." I shot him a glare, "just do what you've been told to do." "She's been down there for hours. You might as well feed her." A familiar voice spoke up making me sigh as I turned around, going face to face with Amelia Lance, a twenty-three year old woman who also happened to be one of my best Assassins. She wasn't bitchy and was quite nice.

I walk over, slowly moving the bookcase out of the way and then turning the handle on the secret door. It’s dark when I walk in, so I move forward to find the switch, when the door snaps shut behind me. The spin of the handle sealing my fate and making my heart beat out of my chest. ‘Liam.’ I mind-link him, but there’s no answer. “Hello, Amy.”

"I know you’ve been hiding something from me. Those kids—Aliah and Josh—they’re mine, aren’t they?" Amy’s chest tightened at his words. If there was one thing she wasn’t ready to explain, it was this—the secret she had kept from Zack and even from their children. "I... I never meant for you to find out this way," Amy replied, her voice soft but defeated. "I wanted to protect them... and you." "Protect us from what, Amy?" Zack asked, his face full of confusion and hurt. "Why didn’t you tell me? You let me think—"

OWEN WINTERS “Why do I feel something in my throat?” I murmured as we, Amy and I stood at the huge door. The room was well lit, and lively, but I knew exactly what it'd turn to once I entered. “Whatever is hanging on your throat, shove it down to the pit of your stomach,” she answered and cursed silently. She didn't want to be here, but here we were, doing shit to keep our little secret a secret. Amelia wore a much flay gown to hide her little bump, and that suited her even more. Her skin glowed in the light, and her hair packed in a bun.

Hearing Edwin's words, Amy felt somehow relieved. "I don't know much about Shane, but I'm willing to share it with you if Edwin needs it." "Then tomorrow night..." She nodded with a smile. "Okay. Edwin, send me the address. Half an hour is enough." "Amy, could you please keep it a secret for me?" "Of course, you have to come out and share it with others." "I mean, keep the secret of our meeting tomorrow night for me. I haven't succeeded in pursuing her yet. If I am refused, I will feel a little embarrassed. The less people know about it, the better."

Either she tells me what she meant by Dante ‘moving on’ or we’ll do it the hard way. “Just say it, Amy, maybe she will know what you are talking about. Don’t tell me you don’t want more juicy gossip.” Emma winked at her, trying to brighten up the mood and that worked because Amy smiled. “Yes, yes. Please take a seat and know this, whatever I am going to tell you should be a secret between us not even Andrea should be aware of it,” I nodded and took a seat on the nearest couch. I felt like whatever she was going to say was something big, something I couldn’t handle, and something that would either destroy or help me.

She picked up her scarf and walked out of the house. She decided she would just hide in the car and scare him. It will be fun... With that intention, she walked to the elevator, knowing it would take a few minutes for him to reach downstairs to the parking lot. Aarvi opened his car with the help of an extra key and hid in the back seat. Soon Anshuman reached his car and opened the door of it. He did not notice Aarvi’s presence there. Aarvi was about to scare him when his phone went off as he picked up the call.

"Carefully. If we spook her, she'll run straight to Jessica." I called Amy into a private meeting room at the office. Just her and me. Marcus and Agent Park watched via hidden camera. Amy came in smiling, completely at ease. "What's up, Bethany?" "Close the door and sit down, Amy." Something in my tone made her smile falter. She sat. I placed a printed copy of the leaked design on the table between us. Then the access logs showing her d******d. "Want to explain this?" Amy's face went from confused to pale to terrified in seconds. "I... I don't know what that is."

And then, at the very bottom of the box, we got to my diary. The one that I had hidden in a secret compartment in the dresser that I thought my mother knew nothing about. The one that I had written in about the bullying and abuse that I suffered. The one that I had confided some of my darkest and deepest insecurities. Ashley saw my face and frowned. “Jenna?” “It’s my … my … my d-d-d-d-iary,” I whispered. “It’s here. Which means she found it. Which means… she read it.”

I dropped the phone, my head pounding with everything that was happening. Cassian already had so much on his plate—then Sophie finds out the truth, and Margaret shows up. Everything felt off, not to mention Liam’s call and that weird message right after. “Secrets… What secrets could my parents have had? We were a middle-class family, barely scraping by. Dad had a normal job, Mom was a housewife.” The bedroom door opened, and Amy appeared. Her face was a little pale, but she tried to keep a smile. She sat beside me, and I forced myself to look calm.