Surge X Amy Novels & Stories

She needed no more problems this morning, all she needed was the chilly sea breeze, fanning her face and easing her headache. But as she approached the beach, she spotted a lone figure riding the waves on a surfboard. At first, the distance and morning haze obscured her vision, but as her eyes adjusted, she was surprised to see that it was Damien. What was he doing surfing on this cold morning? That man was bound to get himself killed. Shaking her head, Camille dropped onto a mat she found there, spreading her legs in front of her. She closed her eyes, savoring the cool air, allowing it to do wonders for her hangover.

My chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped a fist around my ribs. He’d signed the merger. But was it before or after he’d carried me upstairs, unmasked himself, and fucked me until I screamed his name. The thought made me sick. I stared at the spilled water spreading across the floor, spreading like the betrayal I couldn’t quite process yet. Amy took a sip of her smoothie, her eyes gleaming over the rim of the glass. “Cordial, right?” she repeated, softer now, almost sweet. “We’re going to be family soon. Yay.” She raised the glass in mock-cheer.

Gods, politics was a slow form of torture. “You know Amanda and I just got divorced,” I muttered, dropping into the leather chair that probably cost more than her entire settlement. “She was never my Luna. Hell, I only married her because my fated mate... Rogue Alpha’s daughter, vanished when we were kids.” The memory still stabbed like glass. All that was left of her were those green eyes and that soft, familiar laugh I could never forget. Marcel didn’t even blink at the reminder of my tragic love story. “That’s exactly why we need a fix, Alpha. How about pulling the trigger on the surrogacy plan? We can spin it as a modern solution...”

“Sorry. My mind is just… elsewhere.” “I get it. The first few days are the hardest. You keep thinking there’s a rescue party coming. You keep waiting for the cavalry.” She sighed, her good eye softening just a fraction. “We should probably exchange names before we die of scurvy. I’ll go first to show some hospitality. My name is Amy. Amy Marino.” The name hit me like a physical shockwave. My head snapped up, my silver eyes locking onto her bloodied face with absolute precision. Amy Marino. The undisputed heiress of the massive Marino Wineries conglomerate back in the United States. A multi-billion-dollar empire built on Napa Valley estates and international distribution.

Chapter 8 Hazel stormed out of the hotel restaurant, her emotions boiling over. Were they actually looking for a surrogate, or were they running some kind of disguised prostitution ring? What if this whole surrogacy agreement was nothing more than a cover for a baby-selling operation? Should I report them to the police? I could use the messages on my phone as evidence. But would that be enough? The questions raced through Hazel’s mind. So absorbed in her own thoughts, she didn't even notice someone blocking her path in the lobby.

“I have watched how you operate for far longer than I care to admit. Warrior to warrior, I can respect the choices you have made from the time I started watching your pack up until now. I knew that you and your fighters would not kill blindly. As long as they went peacefully, they would not be harmed. That is what I instructed all of our fighters to do. If surrounded, or at the mercy of your warriors, surrender and go peacefully so this can end.” “YOU SABBOTAGGING SON OF A B*TCH!” Amy flies out of the crowd, hair cut short, grubby clothes camouflaging her. The stench wafting off of her has played a part in her concealment. I wouldn’t want to go near her scent if given a choice.

"Yes, I know you won’t mind riding her, you dirty dragon.” “Who is this woman? What is she doing here, and why is her dragon hugging you? She was hugging you, wasn’t she? What the hell is going on here? I came here for a few days of relaxation from medical school... but this place is still a madhouse, and this royal family is full of drama...” Amyra huffed. Amyra Storm was the best sister a guy could ask for and she was studying at Zee-Duklee school of medicine and in a few months, she would be a doctor. My brother Blaine was also a doctor. I was the only one who was not!

I would have thought she didn't really mean to hang herself knowing she could harm me through our mate bond in the process but she had slit her wrist only recently and that was enough to prove she didn't care. If someone else killed her then I definitely wouldn't have been in the danger of death but if it was I killing her or her hurting herself then I was bound to surfer as a result of it. Amy had only ever hurt herself once and that wasn't in a bid to kill herself. She was once captured and had signaled to me her absence by making a little slit on her thigh. I had been quick then to find her and take down her captures but even while I defended her Amy had been strong and had managed to fig

” I go to sit beside her, but she shakes her head and says, “I will be ok, Drew; you don't have to stay with me; I know you have a lot of preparations to make before we leave tomorrow.” I kneel in front of her and ask, “Are you sure you're ok, sunshine? I can stay for a while longer?” My heart skips a beat when she smiles at me; I call Amy sunshine because there's like a ray of sun surrounding her when she smiles. Amy kisses me softly as she says, “I promise I will be fine, babe.” I run my hand through my hair and ask, “The trip up the mountains won't be too much for you, will it, Amy?”

Amy was short for Amelie. Hillary laughs at her dramatic friend, “And you’re still goofy as ever. I know you want to greet someone you’re very much looking forward to meet, no?” Hillary wiggles her brows towards her friend, who finally glance behind her shoulder. There were stars inside Marga’s eyes, “Can I?” The genuine excitement in her voice was clear as she beams at her. Hillary nods and she saw how her hazel eyes glimmers. “Oh I’d please to do so,” Marga squealed like a teenager, peeking down at the child hiding behind her Amy. She still can’t believe Amy’s here, freely walking without a single bodyguard around her. It’s odd, did something interesting happen while she was away?