Surge X Amy Novels & Stories

Amy left speechless; this girl knows how to spoil her curiosity. “You’re Mrs. David Xiver, Rose, and Nina. Also, David Xiver’s sisters and Ms. Ashely is a famous legendary designer; I can understand all of you being precious, but can’t you spare me from this? I'm an ordinary girl who loves to show her face in front of the public, okay let’s be fair,” Amy stated everything but froze hearing Kate’s answer.

Once the girls settled safely, I guided Amy to the upper corridor. “You need to rest,” I said. “I’m fine,” she insisted. She wasn’t fine. Her pulse was unsteady. Her scent kept shifting—part human, part something ancient, something not yet awakened. Her aura pulsed in short bursts, uncontrolled and unpredictable. “You’re not fine,” I said firmly. Amy exhaled, frustrated. “We freed them, Oliver. That’s what matters.” “Yes,” I replied. “But I will not lose you because you refuse to acknowledge what your body is doing.”

The lady grinned at herself in the reflect and turned back around. “Thank you. I’m Amy, by the way.” Cassie held out her hand on intuitive. “Cassie.” Amy took her hand and shook it with a firm grasp. “Let me get your number so I can provide this back to you at a few point.” “Actually …” Cassie rectified her shoulders a small. “I didn’t cruel to listen in … but my companions and I caught you say that your brother claims a club nearby?” Amy flickered. “Oh! Definitely, it’s a small pet extend he’s been working on.”

Nothing does. I pull in a shaky breath just as the door swings open. A woman in a white coat steps inside, a tablet clutched in her hand. Her expression is kind, but there’s a heaviness behind her eyes that makes my stomach clench. “Miss Valerie,” she says softly, closing the door behind her. “I’m Dr. Ramirez.” I nod, though the name slides right through me without catching. “I’ve reviewed your scans and your initial neurological exam,” she continues, her voice gentle but steady. “You don’t have any signs of permanent injury no swelling, no bleeding.”

Zack said to her. “Take all the time you need, Amy. I’m here for you if you need anything,” Zack added before he left. Amy was left alone in her hospital room, until the woman who had served as her mother figure since childhood, their family’s maid, arrived. “Nanay Alice,” Amy couldn’t help but cry as she called out to the woman she considered her mother. “Goodness, Amy, are you okay? Is anything hurting?” her surrogate mother asked. “No, Nay,” Amy replied, still crying. Sobs filled the room. “My baby is gone, Nay,” Amy said between sobs. Hearing this, Nanay Alice was shocked and began to tear up as well.

The fear was a physical weight, but the rage was a fire. "Get out," she whispered. When no one moved fast enough, she screamed, "GET OUT!" As the room cleared, Amy turned and hurled her phone at the marble wall. It shattered into a thousand jagged pieces of glass and silicon, reflecting her distorted, monstrous expression. She wasn't just going to find Lucien. She was going to find the woman in that photo and peel the skin from her bones.

Amy heaved off the smoldering duvet, their bodies trembling, feeling the relief wash over them like a cool breeze. “We did it, Rita! We made it out alive!” Tears streamed down Amy's face in a mix of triumph and exhaustion. But when she glanced at Rita, eagerly waiting for a response, her heart sank—Rita lay silent, and Amy’s eyes widened. “No, no!, You can’t give up on me now, Rita!” Amy pleaded, her voice trembling with fear as she fervently shook Rita. Panic surged in her chest like a raging storm; she couldn’t bear the thought of losing her friend after everything they had endured.

I clenched my fists tightly under the table as I struggled with the pain in my lungs. I parted my trembling lips to speak over the sound of my heart hammering wildly against my ribs, “I’m—“ “Actually, there’s something I need to discuss with you,” he dropped his cutlery and leaned back against his seat, “I’ve decided to try surrogacy.” Time seemed to stop the moment that word slipped past his lips. It felt like the air had suddenly been sucked from the room and for a terrifying second, my weak lungs refused to work. A tremor shot through my entire body and I actually thought I was going to collapse. Instead, I grabbed fistfuls of my dress and tried to steady my breath.

Early the next morning, I took my daughters to my parents’ house. When I returned, Jaxon and Rykel were still asleep, snoring like thunder. There were several missed calls on my phone that I hadn’t noticed because it was on silent. All of them were from Dominic. "The injuries are really severe this time. The girls’ faces are completely ruined." His tone was unusually grave. My hand felt ice-cold as I held the phone, my palm slick with sweat. In my previous life, I had been the one suffering. I hadn’t even survived long enough to wait for an ambulance.

Next, I logged into my personal account, created a new post, and hit publish. The information was shared across the entire internet. In less than ten minutes, the trending charts crashed completely. The tide of public opinion flipped in an instant, and outrage swept across the web. [A plot twist? That flight attendant is basically a murderer! She crushed someone's life-saving medicine and then tried to pin the blame on the innocent doctor!] [The Stafford family is disgusting. Their own hired doctor turned their heir into a vegetable, and they're blaming the Phantom Surgeon?]