Sticks X Amy Novels & Stories

Xander was there in a flash and caught me. "Steady there, buddy," he joked. "Here," Amy said. Suddenly, a blood bag appeared between the black spots in my vision. "Drink this. It'll make you feel better. I looked up at her and raised an eyebrow and she smirked. "Don't worry. It's human." I smiled and then drank down the blood bag as a thirsty child would drink down a juice pouch. Amy quickly gave me another and after that one was gone, she asked, "Better?"

Even the beast hadn’t expected much from him at first, but after the attack landed, it realized its mistake in underestimating the person in front of it. In that instant, as the beast swung its head to the side, Felix threw another two stones, this time aiming for the black one’s eyes. “Wait… he’s not using any ability?” Amy said out loud, as she activated hers and saw the energy around her—and only then did she realize it. ⸻

someone in the crowd muttered. “No,” Amy said, cracking her knuckles. “I volunteered.” Elder Maeve smiled faintly. “We agreed. A Luna must be able to stand against jealousy and pain. What better opponent?” Amy looked at me, a cruel smirk tugging at her lips. “Nothing personal, sweetheart.” Liar. The horn sounded. Amy struck like lightning. I barely dodged the first blow before her fist caught my shoulder, spinning me off balance. The next hit landed square in my ribs I heard something crack. The crowd winced.

Coco asked, moving closer to them. I held her back while staring at Amy. Amy chuckled. "Oh. You wanna hit a pregnant woman?" she asked, rubbing her belly and smirking. "No one said you can't put your hands on a pregnant bitch." Coco said, making Amy's face twitch. "You just have to do it in the right place. Like your hair and your feet." Coco added. Amy scoffed in disbelief. "Get your fucking friend, Mia," Axel said, making me look at him.

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!’

I could even see some fruit slices, various colors, the size of a thumb, sticking to the decorations of my pink dress. "For all the humiliations you've inflicted on me, you've ruined my plans, you've taken voting money from me, and you dared challenge me on stage. You know, I've liked Laird since 10th grade," Amy roared. "You dare to claim you are part of our group, but you betray me," Amy hissed while I could only stay silent, staring at the leftover ice cubes from the fruit punch at the tip of my shoe. “Stupid bitch,” Amy grumbled while walking past me.

Amy slapped him hard on the cheek," I'm not a fucking slut. Get that into your skull, you wicked beast. I regret the day I jumped on you and made you have sex with me. I regret coming back to NorthHill, I could have just stayed back in Southhill and live a peaceful life with my kids." "Not only did you insult me, you even slapped me. I, Broderick Alessandro, get slapped by an ordinary commoner and a slut who sleeps around with all her colleagues." Amy's anger knew no boundary at this moment that she raised her hands up to slap him again but he grabbed it and said," I will teach you that I'm not to be dared." He carried her like a baby, Amy struggled to free herself but no matter how she trie

All throughout the ride back to Tech Town, Felix was unable to get rid of the warm feelings that were stirring at the pit of his stomach. At first, he had no idea why something as simple as a crudely drawn smiley face on a mediocre stack of pancakes had made both him and Amy smile. It had taken him a couple of minutes to remember that Rose liked to draw smiley faces on sticky notes and leave them for him to find when she sensed that he was in a bad mood. Considering the kind of person he was and the kind of life he lived, he had gotten a ton of sticky notes with smiley faces over the years. At Amy’s insistence – not that she had to as he was going to do so anyways – he had left a huge tip fo

Balls deep - quite literally - inside her. “A-Amy? What are you doing here?” Tyler asked awkwardly. “What am I doing here? In my own fucking flat?” “I didn’t- I didn’t know you would be coming home early today.” “No fucking shit Sherlock!” I screamed. Tyler scrambled to his feet quickly, pushing Charissa off him and onto the bed, while simultaneously covering himself with the blue throw blanket. “I-I’m sorry, Amy, I-I don’t know what came over me”, he stuttered, closing the distance between us.