Shadow X Amy Kiss Novels & Stories

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.

She wished she could punch him, slap him and curse to his face but she knew what her priority should be and she wouldn't ruin anything with her temper. " What?! Ki... kiss?! Mr. Olive... Kiss?!" Amy was shocked and couldn't believe her ears. She shouted over the phone with shock in her voice!

said one of the Blotters through my phone. “Don’t worry, Edward,” Amy replied. “I need to do this.” To my surprise, she reached out past the LED beam and closed her eyes. A moment later, tears rolled down her cheeks. She raised her other hand. “Don’t,” she murmured, and I assumed she was talking to Edward or Joseph. She took a whole minute to bring her hand out of the darkness of the corner, letting out a long sigh and wiping her tears. “Thank you, Kujo,” she said softly. “May I see your chain?”

I demanded, taking a cautious step backward. A low chuckle echoed in the darkness, sending chills down my spine. “You’re not getting out of this that easily, Cassandra,” Marcus’s voice taunted. I swung the ashtray wildly in the direction of his voice, but it connected with nothing but air. “Stop playing games!” I shouted, my voice cracking. Suddenly, there was a sharp sound—a struggle, a gasp—and then silence. “Marcus?” I whispered, my throat dry. No response. The lights suddenly flickered back on, and I froze.

His lips came crashing against mine once again,filled with everything we had never said. I was drowning in him…in the way he held me, the way he kissed me like he had been starving for this moment just as much as I had. I let out an involuntary moan just as his hands gripped my waist ,sliding under my shirt, lifting me onto the edge of his desk. Right then, a loud bang shattered the moment. “Asher!” We jerked apart, breathless, as the office door swung open with force. Beta Caleb stood there,his piercing gaze locking onto us.

The world really did mess with me, and may I add, quite badly. "Hayden dear, are you coming on Saturday?" Amy drawled into the phone. "Yes, mother. Do not test my patience" Hayden gritted his teeth, on his edge. "Ok, honey make sure to bring someone along" She said in a sugar coated voice. "Yes, mother I will" and the line went dead. Amy looked at the phone in disgust and threw it on the bed, facing the mirror she removed her mask that covered her face. An innocent woman was revealed. She looked like a female version of Dominic.

Balls deep - quite literally - inside her. “A-Amy? What are you doing here?” Tyler asked awkwardly. “What am I doing here? In my own fucking flat?” “I didn’t- I didn’t know you would be coming home early today.” “No fucking shit Sherlock!” I screamed. Tyler scrambled to his feet quickly, pushing Charissa off him and onto the bed, while simultaneously covering himself with the blue throw blanket. “I-I’m sorry, Amy, I-I don’t know what came over me”, he stuttered, closing the distance between us.

Though she felt no such bond with Vincent, the intensity of her feelings made her question whether love could transcend destiny. As she rounded a corner, the faint sound of footsteps snapped her from her reverie. Her muscles tensed, coiled like a spring, her wolf stirring beneath her skin, ready to strike. But as the figure emerged from the shadows, Aurora relaxed, a smile tugging at her lips. “Gamma Marcus,” she greeted softly, her voice a whisper in the night’s embrace.

"Focus. Stay rooted. Predict its next move." She adjusted her stance, her feet shifting to maintain her balance as the shadow loomed over her. Each clash of their blades sent vibrations up her arms, but she stood her ground, her strikes growing more confident with each passing moment. The shadow swung high, and Bella swiftly ducked, using the momentum to spin and strike at its side. Her blade connected, causing the shadow to stagger, its form flickering like a candle in the wind. A triumphant grin spread across my face as I couldn't help but exclaim, "Yes! That's it! Use its aggression against it!"

Even if it’s an enemy, you’re too weak to do anything about it. He supposed that was right and so simply cracked one eye open. The firelight cast long shadows but was able to show him the outline of a female bottom and back. She wore a rough, dun coloured dress from which dirty feet poked as she knelt, looking at something, the clicking of dull clay pots reached his ears. The rest of her was hidden as she hunched over the pots she was sorting through. “Who..?” He managed, his voice cracked and weak. The woman jumped and turned, eyes wide in the firelight. Shock made him chill for a second before relief and happiness flooded him.