Smart Amy Herman Novels & Stories

I blushed at the thought of that. "Hi" he said. "Hi. May I?" I smiled. "Sure." His house, oh my, is so beautiful. Not as flashy as mine was decorated. It had cool colors, just the types that Damien liked. It was bigger, too big for just one man. "You are welcome, God bless you." A voice said. Henry gestured to an huge AI system built on the wall of the house. "It's Amy, a robot." Wow! "Have a seat."He smiled.

Maybe I should move her out to Annabel’s area and install a damn bell if I needed her. As I kept silent, Amber broke the moment. “Yes. I’m the new assistant. Amber Chapman. And you must be Dr. Herman.” She sounded so composed. Not bad. “Pleasure to meet you, Amber,” Herman said, already dialing up the charm. “Hope the job lasts. I’m not just saying this because he’s a friend, but Adrian is one hell of a lawyer. Difficult as hell. And a womanizer. Careful, or you’ll fall for him before you know it.”

Skills: User's choice- Can perform limited actions through the user's will. Needs to contain material first. Amy was elated. "Things just became Exciting!"

'She's too precious for this world' Amy thought and cupped her cheeks as she stares at Amelia happily. "I'm glad" Anne suddenly said as she sighs. "Anne?" Helga said. "Oh, I'm just glad that madam Lia isn't the kind of person we all thought her to be. She really suits the master" Anne said and smiled with relief. Amelia felt herself blush after hearing Anne's compliment. "Oh! madam Lia is blushing! How cute!" Maisy chuckled. "Maisy," Helga said, calling Maisy's name with firmness in her tone.

Adina had the feeling he had mind linked with someone. “Adina, this is Amy. She is our training pack doctor,” he continued, and when he turned to Amy, she had a sweet smile plastered on her face. The glare she had given Adina was gone. “An honour luna,” Amy said, keeping her smile. Adina just smiled slightly and nodded. She did not like this woman.

I hate that she didn't have all of that growing up, but I'm glad that it's something I was able to give to her now. "Such a superstar, I think she's probably the cleverest person I know. But totally in that understated way that doesn't feel braggy, you know what I mean?" Fran responds with a light smile before she has a long sip of her beer. "I get what you mean" I answer with a proud smile. Amelia's the kind of person who uses her smarts to help others, not to put herself first. She's not like me, and I couldn't be prouder.

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?'

Amy welcomed me with a glare when I went back to our table. What is this? I didn't think Karma would hit her in the face so soon. I snorted. "Are you aware how long you were gone? I was freaking worried something bad happened but I was tied to my seat because I feared someone would spike our drinks. I tried calling you but it said you're busy. You,"... She stopped midway. "You are glowing. It's as if you just have an orgasm," she commented. Of course, she could tell in an instant. Amy has a hidden talent for recognizing a face after a satisfying orgasm. When she saw me flushing at her words, her mouth hung open.

"Again, what's the problem? Sit her down. Work it out." Nakos ran his tongue over his teeth. "If you knew her half as well as I do, you'd understand that's about as likely as me becoming leader of the United Nations. Amy only divulges what she deems fit. She has dodge, divide, and distract down to a science." "Knew I liked her for a reason." Nate grinned. "Sorry. Okay, just kiss her again. Fry her brain cells in retaliation."

He looked up to see Arnold, one of the head security personnel, a man built like a brick wall with a permanent scowl. “Hey, nerd,” Arnold grunted. Bryan leaned back against the vending machine, unfazed. “Hey, beef. What’s the jerky? You look constipated.” Arnold’s scowl deepened. “Cut the crap. Amy. She’s the issue. And she’s mine. You hear me? You stay away from her.” Bryan chuckled, a low, mocking sound. “Nah, all I was hearing was ‘bleep, beep, error, error 16, file not found, boom.’ But hey, I gotta be honest—I’m not sure Amy even knows your name, big guy.”