Shadow X Amy Novels & Stories

"Philip, my legs are numb, can I move?" Philip eased back the chair and gently put her legs down. The room was filled with the smell of their love making. Philip reveled in it. He felt himself grow hard again and decided she had enough for the night. He didn't bother to shower again, he positioned her on the bed, climbed in, wrapped her in his arms and quickly fell asleep. Maddy woke up during the night, put on one of Philip's shirts and left to get a snack. When she got to the kitchen, she was about to flick the light switch, she saw a figure walking towards her in the dark and she screamed. "IT'S ME MADDY!" Shouted Andre. "Oh my GOD Andre, you scared me!""Sorry, I saw all the lights in the

Sophie tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her knuckles white as she maneuvered through the darkened streets. Alex was slumped in the passenger seat, his breathing shallow and labored. Blood seeped through the makeshift bandage on his shoulder, staining his shirt. Her mind was racing, a whirlwind of fear and anger. The betrayal she felt from James was like a knife in her heart. She had trusted him, believed in him. The revelation that he had made a deal with their enemies to save her life was both heartbreaking and infuriating. Now, she was left grappling with a mix of emotions she wasn’t sure she could ever resolve.

"Last chance. Commit to destroying him with me or commit to becoming his next victim." Behind her, I saw movement. FBI tactical teams approaching quietly. "I choose neither," I said. "I choose the truth. Wherever it leads. Whatever it costs." "The truth is that you love a monster. And love makes you blind." "Then I will learn to see." The tactical team moved in. Weapons drawn. Shouting commands. Victoria smiled one last time. "Too late for seeing. Too late for all of us." She pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed through the storage facility.

Something to focus on besides the agony in her chest. Well, if they wanted to pretend she didn't exist, she'd show them exactly who Lyra Ashwood was. She'd show them what they'd thrown away. She'd make them see her. She walked toward the front door of the pack house. Her jaw was set. Her amber eyes were blazing. Her spine was straight. It was time to crash this party.

"I can hold the darkness at bay and move the shadows at my will. I can protect you, but I cannot keep you without your choice." The veins of the cavern still glowed purple. making her feel Asif she was in another world, she opened her mouth to speak...Her voice was barely a whisper "What...What are you?" "I am shadow" He said simply "I am bound to the law of my kind, the laws I made. But for you, I broke it. You...Affect me in ways I have never experienced"

Face was covered in blood from wiping away the stains of hair that fell in my face and the sweat because it felt like a damn workout. In my eyes you are a pussy when you think you only need a fucking gun to protect yourself, thinking you are the men and no person in their right man would think to challenge , would fear you just at the mere sight of a gun but not me apparently. I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death.

It is so dark here… I want to get out from here but I can’t move my hand and lags feels like I am paralyzed… Why? I am trying my best to move but I can’t. Why? Help! Help! I want to get out from here… soon I lost my hope… Unexpectedly, I saw someone swimming towards me giving me her hand and she is a girl… girl? I can’t see her face, I want to see her… who is she? It is so dark here; I want to see her but unfortunately… “Sam”, I heard someone is calling me, it sounds similar… I realized that,

“Why not? Out of all these people, there’s not one you’re interested in?” In fact, Amy had not found anyone she was interested in. “Wendy, don’t worry about me. I’m not interested,” Amy explained once again. Wendy pouted and glanced around. “Just because you’re not, doesn’t mean others aren’t. I’ve seen several guys eyeing you.” This was true. Wendy had gone all out to make Amy shine tonight. Amy was wearing a dark blue dress with a white shawl that made her fair skin stand out. She also had on light makeup that made her look elegant. Meanwhile, her black hair was pinned up to reveal her clear forehead. She seemed really refined.

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

"Some of his light... leaked into me. Some of my shadow... into him. Temporary side effect of the blood transfer." "And the twelve hours?" "Have begun," Shadowalker said grimly. "And he's already making the most of them." In the armory, Amy stood before a rack of weapons, then shook her head. "I don't need these." She held up a hand, concentrating. A blade of solidified light formed in her grip, humming with energy. In her other hand, shadows coalesced into a dark, serrated edge. She looked at the dual weapons, then at her reflection in a polished shield.