Young Amy Adams Novels & Stories

Amy sighed dramatically but let me drag her downstairs. I tried to reason with her, hoping to bring her back from the brink of whatever spiral she was on. When she went right for the Vodka, we all knew it was going to be a long night. "Amy, you do realize your uncle is the head of the mafia, and your brother is basically the devil reincarnated, right? If a guy even so much as makes you frown, their life is over." "Yeah, I guess." She sighed, her shoulders sagging as she pulled away from me.

said Ryder, although he looked devastated by it all. “Exactly, I’m older than you. I can help you in every way. I can be your agony aunt,” said Amy, making Brooklyn laugh. “So spill already,” said Amy. “I’m pregnant,” she said with a sigh, glancing at Brandon’s jaw-dropped look. “See? I was right,” said Amy triumphantly. “Is it Nikolas’s?” asked Brandon angrily. Nikolas Ardolf was his ex-employer, yet he wasn’t afraid to confront him. Ryder’s jaws dropped with horror and all the fight left his body.

“Thank you, Luna Hannah,” Zoe said with more sincerity than I had expected. “Thank you for choosing us as your pack,” I said in an almost sickeningly sweet tone. I turned my attention to her son. “Tell me, how old are you, Adam?” Adam shyly held up four fingers. Zoe smiled and ran her fingers through Adam’s golden locks. “He’s four years old,” she said proudly. “He’s also a bit shy around new people.” I smiled brightly down at Adam.

Before my fingers could even work the door opened and Amy walked in. "Hey," she smiled. She was dressed in yoga pants and a light hoodie. "I grabbed us some coffee." Oh thank god! I searched her for some sign that she was upset, or had been crying, or was something other than what she appeared to be... just a normal twenty-something woman grabbing coffee for her and her father. Not a twenty-something woman who'd fucked her dad just a few short hours before. "Thanks," I stammered and took the cup from her.

I sighed, "Awesome. Now I can go to bed." I turned to Adam, Amy, and Damien, "Now that everything is fine, I am going to go to bed." I took Damien's hand, "Ready?" He smiled, "Yep." Then he turned to Adam, "And I get to call her mine forever." Adam chuckled, "I think that might be too much for me." I swung around really fast and said, "Is that a size joke?" He laughed, "Goddess no! It means that is too much responsibility for me! That's all. I promise." I laughed, "Relax Adam. I know you wouldn't trade your mate for anything." Amy laughed loudly while Adam just stood there shaking his head.

Leaving his hand hanging in the air, I shifted my gaze to Desmond whose cheeks were beet red at the moment. "Cut it, bro!" his voice was getting smaller and smaller. "She's not my girl...yet. Do not jinx me here!" and commented in between his gritted teeth. I heard a gasp from Adam and also saw a wink. "Des?!" I called out when I could barely hear his voice. Obviously, these two were speaking about me. The two stood straight and glanced at me...wearing sheepish smiles. "Adam, this is Señorita Amy Leah. Daughter of Don Miguel~"

Nick’s POV “Ah, I’ll cut to the chase. I am Mr. Jay Lee Adams’ assistant and surely you must already know who he is. Mr. Adams’ driver accidentally saw a boy who had the same face as his daughter. And that boy is Piper Smith’s son. Surely this is a big question mark and a mystery that Mr. Adams must solve. Isn’t it?” I asked. To be honest, Doctor Sara quite impressed me. She was so careful.

I rocked slowly back and forth with my son in my arms, feeding him a bottle of formula. He was beautiful with dark blonde, soft curls and bright green eyes, a normal six-month-old baby, even though he was only a few weeks old. Amy said that Jase would be full grown within ten years and I planned to enjoy every moment of it. He would also live a long life. Amy was living proof of it. She was technically sixty-two years old, but didn’t look a day over twenty-five.

Which occurred so infrequently Jared hadn't noticed Amy turning a corner in her teenage development. She still had a decent amount of flesh on her, but it had settled into some stunning curves that made his mouth water. He shook his head, trying to shoo away the lascivious thoughts. Amy was young – too young. "How old are you?" he demanded. Her frown deepened. "Not that it's any of your business, but I'm twenty. As for my parents, you clearly weren't around much during our epic summer fail of 2017, or you would've noticed they aren't around anymore."

"Uhm... Dad, nothing is going on." Mr. Adolpho narrowed his eyes and gazed intently at them. His eyes trailed to the attic door, and a slight frown emerged on his face. He walked to the door and proceeded to open it, but Amy slipped herself in between him and the door, blocking him from opening it. An awkward smile formed on her face, and she grabbed him by the hand. "Uhm... dad... there is something I would like to talk to you about."