Smart Amy Herman Novels & Stories

“Let me introduce you two. This is Amy. Amanda Charles. One of my acquaintance.” Amy threw a brief glance at him, then looked at the food. She barely ate anything all day, and the fragrance made her stomach growl. She focused on the food while Ryan introduced Jim to her. “And this is Jim Hamilton. My secretary, more likely my close friend,” he smiled. “Would you now explain why she intrude herself in our car or we should omit it?” Jim asked menacingly, his paranoia stayed with him. He could not possibly let her go slip if she came with any ulterior motive.

Madeline and Jeremy’s excitement slowly returned to normal. “Hello. I’m Amy Young, Adam’s fiancée. I must really look like this Cathy you speak of, but I’m not her. Please don’t mistake me for her.” Amy explained with a smile. Yet be it her smile or her voice, they were no different from Cathy’s. Madeline was certain that she was not mistaken before. The woman from before who was buying yellow roses with two children in tow was this woman before her right now who looked exactly like Cathy.

Noah warped my thinking in ways which no other man has ever done, he did it the first time and there was no compliant from me then I left him back into my life when I should be older and wiser only for him to do the same thing but on a much larger scale. “And there she goes.” Amy tutted as I glanced at her, her voice jolted me back to myself, I was so out of it that I didn’t know even she came into the room and from the way the tube ice cream in her hand has gone down, it has been long. I swear, I don’t know where she pack those sugar into in her tiny frame and her exercises included, power talking and yelling at stars under her who misbehaves. Sometimes she power walks too but that has redu

“The artisan confirmed a cost of twenty-eight dollars each.” “Good,” I said without turning. “Begin.” Downstairs, the first wolf stepped up to the table. Amy, a young accountant from finance. She timidly gave her name, and the staff member handed her a small, elegant pouch. Amy opened it and pulled out the Moonflower Charm. Even from my window, I could read the emotions on her face: a flicker of anticipation, a wave of confusion, a crash of disappointment, and finally, the blank emptiness of despair.

*** Amy woke up and immediately reached for her phone, hoping for an update from the detective. Her heart skipped a beat—there was a message. She opened it. The video was clearer this time. The car’s plate number was visible. Her phone buzzed again—it was Harris calling. She answered immediately. “Amy! We’ve confirmed it,” Harris said, his voice urgent. “The car belongs to Danielle Clevers. Danielle Clevers is the one who ran down Charlotte Warper!” Amy’s hands trembled as she held the phone. “I… I can’t believe it…”

He looked apologetic. “ it's okay. But please don't try it again. You almost gave me an heart attack " “ I won't. I promise. But did you say Ryan?" “ yeah I did. Is that a problem " “ not really. Just wanted to know which Ryan that was." “ it's Ryan Oswald. My friend Amy stays with him" “ Amy!? As in Amelia Kurt? " “ yeah..... Is everything Okay? " I asked. “ she's your friend?" He asked in disbelief. Okay what is going on?

When Ava said her job was boring, he bought her a custom silver-gray sports car, the license plate ending in her birthday. And me? I got a few lines of AI code to keep me placated.

So she turned and left the cabin. "Hmph!" Amy was seeing this , she couldn't control her laughter.She then burst out laughing."it was hilarious man!!" She couldn't control her laughter that her stomach began to pain and finally she stopped . "By the way why are you here?" She was not sure why was he here in her office and how did he get an entry. " I am now an intern under sis Clara ." She was stunned with this news. How can he be an intern as well as under sis Clara .

in a parking lot somewhere, sunlight on her hair, looking like the world hadn’t even touched her. I should’ve felt relief, gratitude…something good. But that’s not what hit me. What hit me was heat, low and sharp, pulsing behind my ribs. “How recent are these?” I asked quietly. “Three days old,” Darren said. “We’re still narrowing the location. It’s somewhere in the lower district, but she’s walking a lot. Every time we think we’ve got a trail—” “She slips,” I finished for him. He nodded. I leaned back in my chair, the photo still in my hand. Amy. The name sounded foreign now, like it belonged to another lifetime.