Young Amy Adams Novels & Stories

"Ted, I had a terrible dream. Both of us fell into the sea. The waves were so strong that I couldn't swim, no matter how hard I tried, and I couldn't bring you to the shore." Thaddeus was afraid of water and couldn't help but tremble upon hearing her explanation. "Ted, you said you would marry me when I'm finally legal at 20, right?" Amy counted her fingers and said, "I'm 19 now, and I'll be 20 in half a month. Why don't we get our marriage certificate on my birthday?" She looked at him expectantly with bright eyes. Thaddeus felt a pang in his chest. He figured out that Amy thought she was 19 years old. Back then, he had promised to marry her.

Adam pouted. “I may be quiet, but I’m not a killjoy. I know how young your friends are and how young you are. I only get irritated when Isay, Perla, and Cora giggle and laugh damn so loud. They’re too old to be laughing like they have built-in speakers in their throats, unlike you, who’s too young to suppress your laughter.” He explained, raising an eyebrow. She giggled softly, remembering those people. Yes, they seemed crazy when Adam wasn’t home, and when he was, they acted cute.

He looked like he was in his early twenties. Mr. Grey smiled as they entered the living room. “Welcome home,” he said. I was already standing there, waiting. “This is Adam, my son. He’ll be staying with us. He just finished his studies and will help manage my company,” Mr. Grey said. He turned to his son. “Adam, meet Amara—the new maid I hired.” Adam looked at me and winked, his smile was flirtatious. I quickly looked away. What was that about?

one thing for sure is that this creature will surely come back to take more souls . "hey Mr Adams " he called and hummed and turned to him " I will like to take my leave now " he said and I nodded and he walk away . " Cammy "I called and she walked out behind a can where she had been hiding all this while like a rat .I smile and turn to her and she gave me an apologisetic look , she looks adorable like a little cute baby girl ... "what are you doing over there hiding like a rat " I ask and she rolled her eyes. " hope is out with Jordan and the mansion is boring with out you guys " she whined while pouting her lips and I laugh

Jeremy was astonished. Madeline nodded excitedly as well. “It’s Cathy! It really is Cathy!” The woman wondered even more just how alike she was with this Cathy when she saw Madeline and Jeremy’s reactions. She was about to explain herself but Adam was a step faster. “You’re mistaken. This is Amy Young, my fiancée. I understand that she looks a lot like this Cathy you speak of, but she isn’t Cathy.” Madeline and Jeremy’s excitement slowly returned to normal.

And she continued to surprise me with many dreadful events like the dinner, Mark's arrival and what else is stored in her sleeves, only time would tell. ***** Dinner has never been so messy, Mr Young honoured us with his presence when the evening struck at eight. He couldn't look better than now, Dressed in his casual full sleeve mint green shirt and blue jeans, hair slightly damp from the shower, his honeyed-eyed in contrast to his shirt colour - a sight to behold! And the way his dimples curved in when he talked and smiled with my Aunt. Yeah, I am a creep staring at my guest under my eyelashes.

"My son is truly sharp! He takes right after me when it comes to women he has excellent taste." Henry just shook his head, chuckling softly. Then, Mathilda turned her attention back to me. "Ma'am Solana... I honestly thought you were Henry's sister." "Why is that?" Freddie looked at her. "Because Henry's mom looks so young." Freddie laughed out loud. "Solana is his stepmom." After saying that, he looked at me with immense pride. "My wife is indeed still very young. She's still studying." I offered a faint smile. But before I could even say a word, Freddie laughed again.

Amy Armstrong adjusted the sleeve of her blazer for the third time before stepping out of the car. The towering glass building before her reflected the early morning sun like a polished diamond. Diamond Towers. Her father’s empire. Soon to be hers. A lump formed in her throat. “Miss Armstrong?” the driver called carefully. Amy blinked and forced a smile. “I’m fine.” But she wasn’t. At twenty-one, she was expected to walk into one of the biggest companies in the country and act like she belonged there.

It was our normal tradition. "I'm sorry, Mrs Smith, work has been hectic. I'll just talk to Grandfather quickly and I'll stay for lunch. I miss eating your famous spaghetti Alfredo." " I'll make that for you then. Make sure you stay for dinner, my boy." She pinched my cheek again and waddled away. I might be thirty-one but in her eyes, I was still the raggedy seventeen-year-old with a chip on his shoulder and hatred for the world. I knocked on the door to grandfather's study, " It's Elijah, can I come in?"

Amy, her stepsister, was standing next to her stepmother laughing at her as well. Amy had blond hair and blue eyes. She has a fair figure. She’s evenly tanned. She’s twenty three years old. She just recently graduated and was a top model in the entertainment world. All men adore her as they find her desirable. Especially the elderly man, who’s a billionaire, named Sebastian Whitmore.