Young Amy Adams Novels & Stories

He explained once more. Ethan’s face twisted into annoyance and confusion. “He is popular?” He said more to himself than to Dr Graham and then picked up his phone and searched for James Adams. As soon as he did, he finally understood Dr Graham. James Adams was more than just a doctor. He was the first child of the Adams family, the second richest in the country but had decided to go into medicine because of his love for humanity. “How the fuck is he an Adams and I had no fucking idea?” Ethan scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“It is my greatest wish to see children running around the mansion and making a mess everywhere before I pass on” the voice of fifty-six-year-old Marlow Anderson kept ringing in Adams’s ear as he drove. Today, fifteen of November was his mother’s birthday and they had all gathered to celebrate at the Anderson Mansion. Adams was the eldest of the Anderson children. He has a younger sister, in her early twenties who was his everything. Their father, Michelson Anderson passed on a few years back, leaving him in charge of the ‘AA’ group company.

At twenty-one years old, I am content with my life. Jonah and Bethany have two children whom I love dearly. Nathan, my nephew, is sixteen years old. He is tall and muscular like his father but has my sister's black hair, blue eyes, and olive complexion. He will be a strong Alpha one day, and Jonah has trained him since he was small so he can take over when Jonah steps down. Amy, my niece, is eight years old and is exactly like her mother in every aspect. Amy is a beautiful, happy, carefree little girl; everyone who meets her falls in love with her charming antics.

I reminded him. “I also promised your sister to keep an eye on you.” Adam snatched the paintbrush from my frail fingers, and I found myself reaching up to grab it back, feeling like a kid whose candy bar got taken away. “Give it back to me Adam!” I stood on my knees, but he stepped out of my reach and threw the paintbrush behind him. He stooped down to my level, gripping my shoulders and shaking me like a rattle toy. “Stop this! You’re not a fucking child! You are Alexander Young, CEO of Young Mining Industries and Alpha of the Mystic pack of werewolves. You are my boss, my brother-in-law, and my best friend.”

Remy’s POV Today was supposed to be the day that my childhood friend Elodie arrived. I was expecting her to not want to see me or even speak to me at all. My father did something terrible to her parents when I was thirteen. He murdered them. Why? I don’t know. At least not all the details. Something about witches running in Elodie’s bloodline. He banned the use of all magical werewolf gifts after that. I don’t believe Elodie descended from witches. I had never seen her mother or father do anything strange in the entire time I had known them. Elodie was also the least gifted wolf I knew. She struggled with everything as a child. I was constantly saving her from herself.

I eagerly waited to hear what he wanted to say. "I know you already know who Mr Altamira is right?" "Yes, dad." "Okay, so he has a grandson named Adriano James Altamira. We Americans call him Adrian or AJ. He is a very famous man. I'm pretty sure that you've seen him on billboards. He is a very successful businessman. He's going to be 32 years of age this October." he stated. 'Adriano Altamira, I have heard that name before. Lord Jesus, where have I heard it?

In her fancy dress made of moonlight fabric, Amy showed off her shiny wolf-tooth necklace as she searched for Adam. Adam was in the forest, his face serious as he listened to his Beta, Aaron, give him the latest news. "Adam, they found a burned body at the edge of our territory. It looks like... It looks like it's Luna Ella!" The words ‘burned body’ made Adam's heart race. "Say that again," Adam said, his voice deep and scary. "Look into it again. She can't be dead!" Adam ordered, his voice loud and fierce. Aaron had just left when Amy found Adam. "Adam, what's wrong? You're supposed to be with only me tonight."

Adam successfully reminds her of her habit. "That's another thing but this man is really beautiful. But he also beats you to the level of arrogance." She speaks up which causes Adam to roll his eyes. "What? You are of course an arrogant son of a bitch." "Shut up and get ready for work." "That arrogant idiot is coming back." Adam looks back after hearing Amy, she is right. He is coming back but why though? "Just wanted to tell you that you got my age wrong. I'm turning 27 next month.Right now I'm 26 years 11 months years old."

' ¶ Intro Amyra Cassidy 18 years old, Amyra wants to be a lawyer in the future, doesn't have many friends but a best friend. She lived with her grandma but after she died, she came to the city to live with her mom. She loses her parents as they get murdered brutally and the blame falls on her head Xavier Bryant

Instead, he just let out a long, dismayed sigh. - He was. — You can tell me openly about it. I won't judge you, or even give you a reason to feel ashamed. It wasn't your fault, but his alone. There was a long moment of silence before Adrian began to speak: — It happened when I was ten years old. We were friends, until then. I didn't know who my father was yet, but I liked him. That afternoon, after lunch, as I always did, I ran to the stables to help the caretaker take care of the animals, but it was Arnaldo who was there, stretched out in one of the stalls, practically passed out, he was so drunk. At the time I didn't understand, I thought he was feeling sick and I went over to help him. It