There's Something About Amy Fanart Novels & Stories

“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."

Amy exclaimed, turning away to hide her obvious blush. “You’re kidding, right?” Her best friend asked drily. “We don’t want to rush things.” “Really, Amy?... Is that coming from you?” Mandy paused. “You’ve been dreaming about this moment for as long as I can remember. Now that you finally have what you want, you want to wait?” Her best friend was right. She has always dreamed about being with Bryan. She has dreamt so many times what it would be like making love to him, being completely his.

Amy said. “Amy Gray! I’m surprised at you, talking like that!” I knew she was gonna say something about Victor. “He wasn’t looking at me in any special way.” “I know what I saw,” Amy insisted. “Victor has the hots for you, and he might even be in love.” Amy rolled onto her back. “Tell you what, the next time he’s looking at you like that, when you’re looking away, I’ll take his picture with my phone and show you.”

If she folded her arms like this, and laid her head on them like this, it made a wonderful place to rest. The pile of exercise books beyond her folded arms reared up and became a scaly beast with Robert's head. It collapsed, dead maybe, but that was no use, a host of little leather-winged creatures at once flapped out of it. She recognized Richard Ablett, Tracy Norris, Martin Sullivan, Jill Gann, Joanna and Ella together as usual, Carl Stevens, Kate Campbell . . . Kate Campbell? I must be going mad, Amy decided. 'But what have I ever done to any of you?' she asked the little flying things.

Amy asked, her mouth hanging open slightly in her disgust. “He what?” “Yeah! He touches himself in the parking lot after your shows,” she repeated, and I felt as if icey fingers just ran down my back. “OK, that's creepy as heck!” I shuddered. “Eww, now I'm completely grossed out. I'm cool with literally anyone else, but not him.” Amy agreed and tugged me into the tastily decorated feminine garment store before my mind started to stray down even darker avenues. “Amethyst! It's been a while!”

"I've realized we should cancel our involvement with Raven. I can't handle being around Ryan..." Understanding the gravity of my words, Amy assures me, "Your well-being is what matters most. We'll find a way to navigate through this." "Thank you," I say gratefully. In an attempt to lift the heavy atmosphere, Amy shares her exciting news with a spark of enthusiasm in her eyes. "Actually, I've decided to participate in a prestigious confectionary competition. The winner will have a chance to compete for an international award. If I succeed, it could be an opportunity for both of us to escape the troubles that have weighed us down."

She shrugged. “She said an old friend from Ohio.” Damon stares. ~CHAD AND AMY~ Chad knew Amy probably didn’t want him to speak to her, but he had to. So he walked up to her and her boyfriend. “Hey Amy,” he said. Amy looked at him. “Where’s Mya?” “She decided not to come,” she answered. “I thought she already told you that.” “Yeah she did,” Chad answered, “I was just hoping that she would change her mind.”