There's Something About Amy Fanart Novels & Stories

ALPHA DUNCAN’S POV I returned to my office and surprisingly Amy walked in with me. “Amy what is it?” I asked. “What is she doing back at the pack? I thought she said she was never coming back?” she asked me. “How should I know…. I don’t have the ability to read people’s mind you know.” I said. “I don’t know about this Alpha, but I think she’s big trouble.” she said. “C’mon, Amy. Amora isn’t that bad and besides she was my first love.” I said.

The overwhelming smell of cheap perfume wafted in through the door as Catelyn spotted Amy walking in. She wore a sexy camisole with a low neckline and a long coat. Catelyn stopped her hand that held a glass of juice when she saw the smiling Amy. "Cat, how could you not include me? Seriously, you're dating a gorgeous man without telling me about it?" Amy sat next to Catelyn and stretched her hand toward Edwin with her pinkie finger raised. "Hello, handsome! I'm Amy, Cat's colleague. You sent her to the company last time, didn't you?"

Even Jack and the other faction leaders were in the photos, along with a few others I didn’t recognize. “He’s been following you all for months,” Amy said with an edge to her voice. “Probably about the time I started having visions.” There was one of me alone in the forest back at the coven. Me sitting in my studio apartment with the curtains open. Me eating alone at a table. Me fucking sleeping.

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?

Madeline and Jeremy’s excitement slowly returned to normal. “Hello. I’m Amy Young, Adam’s fiancée. I must really look like this Cathy you speak of, but I’m not her. Please don’t mistake me for her.” Amy explained with a smile. Yet be it her smile or her voice, they were no different from Cathy’s. Madeline was certain that she was not mistaken before. The woman from before who was buying yellow roses with two children in tow was this woman before her right now who looked exactly like Cathy.

"Right now?" Amy was the lead singer of my favorite band. Every song in my playlist was hers, and even my wallpapers were all pictures of her. He spoke casually, "Yeah, they're recording today, so I'll take you to see them." My face lit up with shock and joy. "How do you even know her?" "She's a friend." I glanced at him suspiciously. "Then why didn't you want to come see her perform with me?" He didn't bat an eyelash. "Don't you think it's pointless, spending money to watch a friend perform?"

He looked apologetic. “ it's okay. But please don't try it again. You almost gave me an heart attack " “ I won't. I promise. But did you say Ryan?" “ yeah I did. Is that a problem " “ not really. Just wanted to know which Ryan that was." “ it's Ryan Oswald. My friend Amy stays with him" “ Amy!? As in Amelia Kurt? " “ yeah..... Is everything Okay? " I asked. “ she's your friend?" He asked in disbelief. Okay what is going on?

Or had it? The brief, electrifying stare they shared left a lingering warmth in the air, but she quickly averted her eyes, unwilling to acknowledge the rush of emotions she didn’t want to explore. She shook off the feeling, convincing herself that Ollie hadn’t meant it, that it was just a reflexive response, nothing more. Oblivious to the sudden shift in atmosphere between them, Amy slammed her hands down on the table with enthusiasm. "Okay, one last crucial detail," she said. “Are you a fan of Ava Ambrose?”

And Bryan caught up with me 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 with the makeup little by little. As soon as she put foundation on my face, he asked, "Are you... Miss Defiant?" "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."

"That's pending." "Ha?!" "Hmph." She gestured a hand towards her cousin. "Anyways this is my cousin, Claire. We're going to make macadamia nut cookies, cake... and fried chicken..." Amara attempted to list it on her fingers but her eyes were dripping out a huge question. WHY? Seems like a request had been made of her she wasn't enthusiastic about. I calmed down seeing that. "And watching Netphlix!" Claire added. "Just say you're cooking dinner and dessert for tonight!" Amamiya-san grew agitated from listening.