Sticks X Amy Novels & Stories

I ordered, and they went back to their presentation. I opened her messages to get the shock of my life. Amy was dressed in the sexiest lingerie piece I had ever seen in my life. My eyes bulged as I swiped picture after. I was particularly fixated on the one where she bit her lips and stared straight into the camera. It felt like she was staring right into my soul. All the blood in my body rushed south, and I swear I have never been this hard in my life before. I shifted so the bulge in my pants was hidden by the table.

Amy’s pov I went to Antony’s room to give him his present. I knock the door and he half opened it. I could see only the half of him. He wore only a towel and he was wet but no so wet as I was for him right know. I could see his muscular body and his six pack and as i could see water drops running down at his ups, I wanted to link them. He saw me staring at him with a smirk but I couldn’t stop staring. I don’t know when I got so horny but believe me you would have been too if you had seen him in front of you looking so damn sexy.

I could scent her, Amy was heading straight towards me. She bursts through the otherside of the clearing. Coming to a halt when she sees me. Her face is as red as a tomato and she hunches over, trying to catch her breath. Everyone had always panicked when they had seen my Wolf. Their bodies visibly shake or they just stare at me, gobsmacked. Amy doesn't seem remotely phased. She clutches at her waist as she straightens up. “Stitch” she mutters. ‘Stitch?’ I link her, amused. ‘Wolves don’t get stitches!’

It was Amy, a doll, who’s lips were stretched wide on an ear-shattering and horrifying grin. “Good job, Amy.” She laughs maniacally. Who would have thought the playing with money and life would be this entertaining? She thought. @cycy

I told her since I'm in no mood to entertain this weird girl and her silly games. "That's so laaame" Amy shouted dragging the word lame. "D is my friend. She won't forsake me for alcohol. Right D?" She turned her attention to D. "But you don't want his mighty fist to connect with your pretty face! Go with him," D pushed Amy towards me, pouring more drinks into shot glasses. But when the idiot here is making it difficult, I have no other option but to throw her on my shoulder and to carry her upstairs. "I hate you Deee" Amy shouted.

Theirs is another world in which we don’t fit. I turned back to look whether he is done with his conversation or not when an awful sight caught me. It’s Amy in a pink cocoon like jacket which is fleece, shearling and fluffy faux fur. I glued to where I am. She looked surprised. Eventually, the smug made appearance on her face. “Sista.” Her eyes grew wider which abruptly changed the expression. She took a step back, “Are you stalking us?” She questioned.

I gasped, "I-I w-was uh...I was...” She tilted her head, letting out a laugh. "Must've been some really good dick if it left you stuttering like that," she commented. "Hope it was worth it." Amy, who had solidified her position as Chrystal's sidekick, rarely spoke to me—and, of course, the one time she did, it had to be about this. Her gaze dropped to the oversized hoodie, and her brows knitted together in surprise. She chuckled before looking back up, barely hiding her grin.

Amy Stone Amy's birthday It takes one skilled man to hunt, and today I'm thirsty for blood. I track and hunt every member of my so-called dad's group, eliminating them one at a time—each person who tortured Peter, who whipped his back with a salted whip—each one of them falling one by one. I pull up my black leather jacket, sunglasses in place as I watch my team take down the last one. “This will send a strong message, Dad,” I seethe.

' 'That you've been sent offensive materials through the post? 'An old conker,' Amy said in a flat, leaden voice. 'A stocking. A drawing of an eye.' Silenced for a moment, Kate chewed her lip. Then she spoke in a new tone, purposeful yet undramatic. 'You're well rid of him, Amy.' 'I'm rid of him.' 'Come on, my dear. He vented his temper, that's all.' 'And if he has some more temper to vent?' Amy demanded. 'What if he s-s-s . . .' she stammered over the barely speakable word, 'what if he stalks me . . .'

“Too bad. I was hoping we could still be buddies after this. I didn’t realize you’re trying to make a new enemy out of me.” Before I could react, Amy lunged at me with surprising speed, her fangs bared in a menacing grin. I barely managed to sidestep her first attack, feeling the sharp gust of air as her hand swiped past me. The adrenaline kicked in, and I quickly regained my footing, ready to defend myself. I dodged her grasp and swung my fist, catching her off guard. She staggered but quickly recovered, retaliating with a swift kick that I barely evaded.