Sticks X Amy Novels & Stories

Three. I stroked her letting her hands go. I massaged her breast gently playing with her nipples. They tightened with every touch. “Look at how hard you are. I'll make sure you squirt before you even feel anything,” I growled going deeper into her. Amy held my hair threatening to pull it out — I didn't care. “Look at me,” I muttered and she obeyed like I owned her. I did. Amelia Xavier was mine. I pushed her roughly towards the bed and she landed on her back, her legs wide apart waiting for my command. Exactly what I wanted.

"Now, look down there. See any moose or bears?" Still holding the stick, Shasta peered out her window. Blake slowly let go, resting his hands on his thighs. "Nope, no scary wildlife down there that I can see." She turned back to see him smiling at her. "Holy shit! Put your hands back!" she squeaked. "You've got this, Amy." "No! I don't have this!" "Yes, you do." His voice was gentle. "Now, keep it steady and slowly turn the stick to the left just a little."

But he was pushing her away. “Go away, you little weirdo,” Xander said, shaking his arm. Amy’s lip quivered. She didn’t cry, not yet. But she frowned, her eyes narrowing in frustration like a tiny kitten scolded unfairly. Xander paused for a split second, thrown by the rawness of that expression. “Who are you?” he muttered. Just then, a soldier dressed in plain clothes, one of the hidden guards assigned to Scarlet and Amy, burst through the entrance. Relief washed over his face the moment he spotted her.

Amy Do you know what it feels like to have a crush on your bestfriend who's the Alpha Prince of your pack? Well that's my situation, my name is Amy and I happened to be bestfriends with the Alpha Prince of my Pack, the West wood Pack. Jade is known to be the baddest of the bad boys in West wood Pack and I'm his only female best friend in our friendship group and the worst part is that I have a secret crush on Jade that nobody knows about except me. I'm afraid of confessing my feelings to him, what if he doesn't feel the same way, I don't want to lose our friendship, I rather remain his best friend than lose him forever

Amber exclaimed Her face turning beet red with embarrassment. Todd didn’t get offended instead he smiled and said “Will you let me have your sister if I say I want her" his question directed at Ann “as long as you’ll treat her right" Ann said “Hey, am not for sale and am right here you know" Amber protested, she was blushing so much Stanley couldn’t hold his laughter anymore “I thought I was the only one who noticed how you two were exchanging glances, turns out Ann is also observant, too bad you’re not a cop"

' ¶ Intro Amyra Cassidy 18 years old, Amyra wants to be a lawyer in the future, doesn't have many friends but a best friend. She lived with her grandma but after she died, she came to the city to live with her mom. She loses her parents as they get murdered brutally and the blame falls on her head Xavier Bryant

disturbed Amy said. "Amy, I'm not doing anything to you and I didn't play with Harry. Arosh answered. "Truly?! Regardless of whether you just own it, clearly you are being a tease! Bitch!" and afterward she slapped Arosh simultaneously and Arosh was staggered. She quickly fought back and slapped Amy and the two of them pulled each other's hair. The two ladies snatched Arosh's arms to deliver Amy. "Tssk! I don't think Harry will like a bitch like you, or perhaps you cast a spell on Harry to like you?" Amy ridiculed.

° Amy’s POV ° “Fuck… This is fuck, Amy,” Mia said, a cigar hung from her lips, its tip glowing in the dim light. She drew in a long puff and exhaled, blowing rings of smoke in the air. I watched her as she ran her fingers through her hair, worrying more than I should. Her hand trembled a little when she flicked the ash off the edge. The faint orange glow lit her face for a second, sharp against the shadows, then it faded again, leaving her eyes dark and restless. The air smelled like smoke and something burnt—her nerves, maybe.

“And my name is Amaris.” “So, Ames—is it okay if I call you that?” He asks, and although I can see his lips moving and know that it’s obviously him speaking, all I can hear is my brother’s voice saying that same stupid nickname. Suddenly, I’m no longer on the outskirts of the pack lands with Maxon. No, instead, I’m standing over Axel’s still warm and bloody body, the sound of the gunshot still echoing throughout my mind, the beat of my heart pulsing double time in my ears, as if it’s having to work harder, trying to make up for the fact that Axel’s heart no longer beats as mine does.