Smart Amy Herman Novels & Stories

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.”

She was so endearing, so compassionate, such a beautiful soul. A small smile graced my lips. “I don’t mind if you don’t,” I reassured her. “I don’t.” Amy’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she stood on the balls of her feet. “I’m not sure what happened to his mama, but I would never want to see him upset or see tears in his eyes. If anything makes him happy, it’s worth doing.” Her words touched something deep within me, stirring a sense of admiration and respect for her selflessness. Even in the awkward situation, Amy’s commitment to Liam’s happiness was humbling and heartwarming.

Another maid said. "I can't....I can't tell you who that person is because his identity is really sensitive. He's a really important person so I can't tell you who he is but just know that Amara isn't an ordinary person! She's got skills! She even got that man to help her drive me away! Think about what she will do to you people if you offend her! She's not who you think she is!" Slyvia said She was frantically trying to convince everyone that I'm a bad person.

Amy was short for Amelie. Hillary laughs at her dramatic friend, “And you’re still goofy as ever. I know you want to greet someone you’re very much looking forward to meet, no?” Hillary wiggles her brows towards her friend, who finally glance behind her shoulder. There were stars inside Marga’s eyes, “Can I?” The genuine excitement in her voice was clear as she beams at her. Hillary nods and she saw how her hazel eyes glimmers. “Oh I’d please to do so,” Marga squealed like a teenager, peeking down at the child hiding behind her Amy. She still can’t believe Amy’s here, freely walking without a single bodyguard around her. It’s odd, did something interesting happen while she was away?

I didn’t want to see him; everything I knew about him was told to me by Carl. Ivan stepped closer to Jane. My gaze snagged on them. Ivan could kill all three of them, her and her boys, in seconds. I told S to get out of the car and get close to them. And there it was: the reason Amy had been waiting here. She beckoned slyly for the Omega to get into her Mercedes. Oh! The Omega wouldn’t live to see the sunrise if she was stupid enough to follow my Luna’s orders. Thank fuck, I thought as she refused her. So the Omega did have a brain cell or two. Relief swept through me as she told Ivan no, but almost immediately after she added loudly: “I won’t go with any of you.”

Helga have grown so beautifully just like how Dolora did, but only that her face looks more of Collin, from those dark pair of orbs her eyes own, those thin lips and button nose screams Collin Beaver, yet her attitude says Carl Hamilton mixed with Dolora Hamilton. "Maybe it's with Dada Carl, I thought I heard him ask you to borrow your red pen." Amy just finished with her class, still about etiquette and stuff she used to teach even before, applied to a school and got immediately hired for her great teaching skills and professionally works her way to make her students learn in an instant. She tied her hair with hints of white hairs into a low ponytail and stands up from her chair, now she's