Try Being My Size Amy Novels & Stories

One failed marriage, and a failed relationship with an accidental pregnancy, Amy Knight is focused on her job in security at one of the largest casinos in Oklahoma. She has been there a year already and has found the job fits her well. No need to get made up, or pretend to be something she is not. She is there to make money, and try to save as much as possible to get herself, and her children away from her toxic ex. Amy is determined to be an independent, strong mother and woman for her kids, and show her son, and her daughters how to be good people, and they don't have to stay in a bad situation forever. She has done well separating herself from the toxic relationship that plagued her for 3

It's not just only a pet it's a Snake. You guys think am going to forgive Stacey for what she did to me. Three hits on one day. STACEY JONES, THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING. WATCH OUT!!!!!. The door swung open only for me to see the devil walking in. Which devil? None other than Stacey Jones. My heart skip a beat just seeing her. She look fiercely just like those ladies of Amazons. She was putting on a polka dot floral gown which fit her body and brought her curves in the right place.

Amy held the dress in her hand and asked doubtfully, "Will I even look good?" She knew her eyelids were swollen after being sad for days and crying all morning. Sasha pushed her into the bedroom and closed the door. "Believe in yourself. You're the prettiest woman alive. My brother likes someone with features like yours. Otherwise, he wouldn't have married that substitute Jessamine." Amy was so excited that she went to wash her face. As she looked at the running water from the faucet, she felt a wave of nausea. She rushed to the toilet and vomited the yogurt she had drank in the morning.

"Oh no, I'm sooo jealous I'm missing that," Damon says with a fake pout and slips back inside without another word. Before I can walk away, Zion comes out. "Amy sent me away, she wants to play with Damon," he lets me know with an amused smile, "She's a lot more than we expected, huh? I was expecting a shy little thing." "She went into panic mode after the whole fire thing so she dropped the charade. What do you honestly think about her? I can tell she's in the Damon spectrum somewhere," I say, taking a deep, worried breath.

Marsha narrowed her eyes at her, her expression growing sharper. “What are you doing here?” Amy looked startled by the question, completely thrown off. She stammered, unable to form a coherent answer. Miles stepped forward. “Mom, Amy’s working part-time as a model tonight. You used to hold her when she was little, remember?” Marsha let out a cold laugh, her usual pride and aloofness coming through in full force. “I’m too old to remember insignificant things like that,” she said coolly.

Amy wore a large hoodie with loose pants because of the cold night air. Both girls packed their damp hair into messy buns. “He really copied your style, Amy,” Rita commented while looking at their clothes. “They’re all oversized. Jeez, my ass isn’t even showing properly.” She bent dramatically, trying to show Amy her ass. “Oh please,” Amy laughed. “Stop exaggerating. The clothes fit perfectly.” “Easy for you to say. Your curves still show even in baggy clothes.” “Oh my God.” Amy walked ahead faster while Rita laughed behind her.

“I noticed something. He’s not in our core demographic. He’s only twenty-five. Our focus is supposed to be on forty-plus. How does he fit into our strategy?” Amy didn’t miss a beat. She hopped onto the edge of my desk, her enthusiasm bubbling over, completely oblivious to my inner struggle. “Doesn’t matter. I’ve already commissioned a designer to create tuxedos just for him. Custom pieces. Trust me, they’ll turn him into a walking fantasy. The she-wolves will lose their minds. And that’s exactly what we need.” I gave a short laugh, but it was hollow. Amy was clearly smitten, her usual sharp business sense clouded by a pretty face. She didn’t see the flaw in her logic. She was chasing a daydr

I walked in the middle, letting their energy carry me forward. The first store we tried was one of those places that looked affordable until you looked at the price tags and realized you needed to sell a kidney to afford a basic top. It had red dresses, though. Plenty of them. "Here," Amy said, pulling a dress off the rack. It was short and tight, the color of ripe cherries. "This is the one." "Is it?" Zelda looked skeptical. "It looks like it would fit a doll." "It stretches. That's the point."

Amy asked, pushing past me as soon as I opened the door, her hips swaying seductively as she walked. “Forget what?” I asked as I yawned. Amy pouted and put her hands on her hips in annoyance. “I can't believe you forgot that we were going shopping this morning!” And then it hit me, the conversation between Amethyst (aka Amy) and myself last week, where she promised to help me find new lingerie that I could still dance in. “Oh shit! I'm so sorry, things have been crazy and weird this side,” I apologised, rushing to my closet and pulling out a summer dress.

Amy, how can your sisters be happy if you're so unhappy? Amy smiled bitterly, "relax, both of you. It was extremely difficult and painful at the beginning for me to come to terms with the fact that I've made a very big mistake in my life. I tried my best to look at the bright side but there's no bright side to Bastian. You both are right, he doesn't deserve me and I have no intention of living so miserably for the rest of my life.