Tails X Amy Novels & Stories

“So, what do you want to order?” “We need a few more minutes.” Julecia looked at her and smiled again looking at her nice outfit. “We were talking…you know…get to know you stuff.” She laughed. “Do you know Tiffany?” “Well, a moment ago you were all about hiding and keeping her to yourself. So, Tiffany, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Amy…one of the BTG gang. Has Julecia explained all that to you yet?” She winked at Julecia as she said it.

She looked at Tiffany and Jacob. Lucas smiled, instantly feeling lighter. “Amy, this is my sister Tiffany and her husband, Jacob.” Amy beamed. “You are Tiffany? I heard so much about you.” Tiffany grinned. “All good things, I hope.” Amy giggled. “Ye-yes.” Tiffany shot Lucas a look and smiled at Amy. “And I have heard a lot about you too, Amy.” Amy blushed slightly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Oh,” she said softly.

the slightly older twin spoke out. "BUT HE'S MY DATE!" Amy had exploded. And Mya hated when that happened. Not because it surprised her, not because she was upset, even though she was, but because it took Amy out of character. Yelling was unlike Amy, she was a calm and collected one. Mya was the one who did all the yelling and complaining. It was her job to be the pest, to be the child who is hard to handle. They were supposed to be different. Mya take a few steps toward her sister, looking her in her face. She didn't mean to overstep.

she looked at Any with curiosity. Amy gently pushed Greta's shoulder embarrassment, "I'm after chef Ryan Lewis," she whispered, her cheeks turning red. Greta just listened to her words with her mouth in shock. *****

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.

Oh boy, Tristan knows how to make a girl blush because seriously, I'm a human tomato right now. "Stop it." I whispered to his ears and Tristan laughed. I looked at the two people in front of us and Alicia is staring at me like I've taken away something valuable from her and Cyrus? Let's just say that he probably woke up with his panties on a twist. He started giving me a murderous look and I had to excuse myself to breathe and stay away from Cyrus because he's actually the one taking my breath away. "If you'll excuse me, I need to use the powder room." I said softly and stood up from my seat, Tristan doing the same, he's helping me with my gown.

Just lifted her head, peered over the edge of her glasses, and went, “And where are you two coming from this late?” Christian and I froze like little kids caught sneaking in after curfew. “Uh—” Christian started, scratching the back of his neck like he’d already been preparing an excuse. But Lydia didn’t even wait. She flicked her wrist, yarn bouncing. “Don’t bother lying. I can smell trouble on you, Christian. And Amy—” her gaze slid to me, sharp but soft at the same time, “your eyes are too red for it to just be from the wind.”

“For the first question, girls who do you think is allergic to shrimp? Of course, you can choose among Bobby, Lowell, and Carter.” Pollyie pushed Miriam at the center. “We choose Miriam to be the one to predict.” Miriam gave her a fierce glare that made her laugh. Miriam thought for a minute before going to Bobby’s direction. She glanced at Tiffie and the others. “We choose that Bobby is allergic to shrimp.” Her long fingers climbed from his lower body up to his chest. Then, she gave him a passionate kiss. Tiffie gazed at them while folding her arms together.

Looking at the text Tan replies I never want to make you wait for anything Smiling at the picture, Harris puts his phone away and gets to work. As he's going over files someone knocks on his door "come in" he replies Amy walks into his office "hi Mr. Wheeler" "Hello Amy, what can I do for you?" "When Teagan was leaving this morning she asked me to spend a few minutes at her desk here and there to answer the phone, and I just got off the phone with a woman named Sarah Stiles" As soon as Amy says the name Harris puts everything down "did she say what she wanted?"

Riley took the large recliner and the girls draped themselves on the arms and his knees and stared at her. Amy quickly collected herself. “Let’s see.” She gave an exaggerated squint as she eyed the three girls. “You,” she said to the middle girl, “are Jasmine.” “How’d you know?” “I think I saw your picture once or twice.” Or three hundred times, she thought with secret pleasure. “I saw your picture, too,” she said to the oldest. “You’re Pammy.” “That’s right.” “And you,” Amy said, eyeing the youngest. “I’ve seen your picture, too, but your name…is…it’s on the tip of my tongue—”