Novel & Cerita There's Something About Amy Fanart

I'm dying to talk to someone else I might go crazy from too much thinking, I look at the phone in my hand, I don't want to call my friends and get them worried, they will want to come here immediately not minding what the time is and if they learn that Jade is the reason for my sadness they will get mad at Jade and I don't want that to happen, After much thinking I decided to call the only person that I could think of, I dialed his number and he picked on the first ring “Amy” His voice was so calm and soothing, “Are you okay, you're not sleeping?” “Hmm, I couldn't sleep” “Why, what happened?” “Nothing, just a little bit stressed out” “I think I have the perfect gist for you to forget your st

Amy asks, reaching to grab a single pancake with a fork, then she pours maple syrup on it like a pro, "Are you going to scold me every day? Who's going to take me to my playdates with my friends now? Do I get a new nanny?" "First of all, you don't have any more friends to have playdates with. Everyone is scared you'll set them on fire," Aiden says without an ounce of gentleness on his voice. I hit his arm because he was too harsh, but Amy doesn't seem to mind. She simply starts eating her pancake with a fork and knife like a weirdo. Like a weirdo. Oh, shit. She is the Demon Lord's offspring. She has Damon's genes. She set kids on fire, apparently.

My phone kept buzzing continuously with notifications. On the Silver Moon Pack’s live stream, the Omega, Amy, sat smiling in front of the camera, chatting with the host. Alpha Arthur sat right beside her, their fingers tightly intertwined. Throughout the entire broadcast, Arthur’s gaze never drifted from Amy. That tender look was something I once believed belonged exclusively to me. Whenever private questions came up, Amy would turn her head to look at Arthur. Arthur would gently squeeze her hand, giving her a reassuring nod. In the comments section, the live chat was scrolling at lightning speed:

Em was listening intently and taking it all in as best as she could. She met one of the nurses who they called “Trace”. She was a little older than Amy .. probably mid forties if she had to guess. But she was very pleasant and had a motherly way about her. Em liked her immediately. And so far she loved Amy. With any luck… the rest of the people here would be just as great. “Okay I’m gonna go see if Dr. Larry is available to talk to you a second.” Amy said then left. Soon as Amy walked off she tuned to Rainn. Which .. had been there the entire time. This was the oddest interview ever. Although when Maria had hired her to work at Tush… that had been basically the same thing.

"Where does Amy stand in all this?" If he looked nervous before, he looked downright stricken now. "Promise me, I mean really promise me, that what I'm about to say remains between just us for now. Amy has the bug, bad. She wants to go on the road, see the country, and the world for that matter. Molly seems to think there might be something going on between Amy and Dwayne, and that's coloring her decision."

Mandy responded, sulking. Amaya sighed knowing that her friend had a point. She has been keeping her thoughts to herself because Mandy happened to be Tresh’s biggest fan “You can never loose me Mandy, you should know that” she said softly, feeling guilty. Deep down she knew that her friend would never divulge anything she told her in confidence even to her favourite artist.

“Let me introduce you two. This is Amy. Amanda Charles. One of my acquaintance.” Amy threw a brief glance at him, then looked at the food. She barely ate anything all day, and the fragrance made her stomach growl. She focused on the food while Ryan introduced Jim to her. “And this is Jim Hamilton. My secretary, more likely my close friend,” he smiled. “Would you now explain why she intrude herself in our car or we should omit it?” Jim asked menacingly, his paranoia stayed with him. He could not possibly let her go slip if she came with any ulterior motive.

Amy beamed at me, she sat next to me with her hand moving across the surface of the table, seemingly holding a pencil as she talked to me. "Hi Amy, what are you doing?" I asked her, curiously looking at what ever she was doing, her aura purple with concentration and going into a yellow around her. "I'm drawing a picture of my family," she informed me, not even looking up at me, which in some wolves eyes, a sign of disrespect, but I adored Amy, so that didn't really matter. She was a gem. Amelia had described her sister to have long brown hair, bright blue eyes like hers and a thin stature, only because she wouldn't eat her greens. In Amelia's eyes, she was a beautiful young girl who wanted t

And Glenn caught up with me and went upstairs as well. I coaxed him to have fun by himself next door. In front of the dressing table, Amy opened her three-story dressing box and helped me to put on makeup little by little. As soon as she put foundation on my face, he asked, "Are you... Miss Archer?" "What?" I was stunned. I didn't expect that Amy would actually recognize me. Seeing my reaction, Amy was enlightened immediately. She smiled and said, "As a make-up artist, I am gifted in keeping people's faces in my mind. Besides, your face condition was special at that time. So it left a deeper impression on me."

"I’ve been traveling a lot, trying to stay away from the family business. But I missed Kamsy, and I thought it was time to reconnect." Emily nodded, understanding the desire to reconnect with family. "So, what do you do?" "I'm an artist," Amy said with a proud smile. "I paint, draw, and dabble in a bit of everything. Keeps me sane in this crazy world." "That sounds amazing," Emily said, genuinely impressed. "I'd love to see your work sometime." "Absolutely," Amy agreed. "But enough about me. How are you doing? I know it must be tough being here."