Young Amy Adams Novels & Stories

With a nod to Anna’s Dad, he turned and walked away. “Who was that? He seemed to know you Mari.” Anna asked as she jumped down from her bunk. “That is Adam, he is Lyle’s younger brother.” Anna’s father answered before Amaris could. Anna’s eyebrows went up. “Oh really? You did not tell me how handsome his little brother was.” Anna’s father just shook his head and walked out of the room. Her mother however gave her the mother hawk look as she said “Let’s head down for dinner with this many people there will not be much left.”

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.

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.

My name is Isaac Young, I am Grey’s great uncle, his father was my cousin, the only male cousin I have. When we were young, since our age is just about the same, we used to go well together. We hang out, we play and even spend most of our young years together. He was like the brother and best friend to me when we were younger, but after we grew up, that relationship we had with each other gradually faded.

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.

ADAM: "What do you think I should get her for her birthday this Saturday dude? she is going to be nineteen and I think she kind of has everything in this world because of how rich her family is, what can I get her that she would appreciate?" Cole went on and on while I followed after him

hissed James Wade, provoked by emotion. "What's the difference between me and Jeremy? We're both unemployed men. If it weren't for your family who are crazy about money, I wouldn't be broke like this. Thankfully, Jeremy isn't a rich man, so he wouldn't have lost his wealth and dignity for the sake of the family. your big." Amelia was silent, and then she chose to run into the room to lock herself up. "You two go into the room! Calm your feelings," James Wade ordered to his daughter and son-in-law. They both nodded obediently and entered the room.

I really hope this goes well. I open the door and see Adrian's black Mustang on the drive walk. He is seated in front and a small beautiful girl resembling him is sitting at the back. She waves at me immediately she sees me while smiling. A wave of warmth enters my heart by this gesture and I have a really good feeling about this. "Hey Amy," I say immediately I enter Adrian's car with a wide smile. "Hi Ellie, my dad has told me how amazing you are," she says excitingly with a wide smile.

She threw me the bird before laughing along with me. My other sister Amy, who is twelve doesn't give a flying shit about mates and told me herself she rather live alone than have someone constantly watching over her, I liked her spirit, even if she swore from time to time. The second youngest was Johnny, otherwise known as Johnathan and he's only nine and told me he really doesn't care until it happens, good for him I said and the youngest of all of us is little Timmy, who turned 4 said he will love and cherish his mate, or in his words 'wuv and perish my muate', because perishing your mate is so nice.

Amy asked with a raised eyebrow. "No, no, I um... I have a date later tonight," Matt thought on his feet. "I'm leaving from here to go right there. To the date." Amy nodded, pursing her lips. Just her pursing her lips was enough for Matt to realize what she was wearing. Amy was, in every sense of the word, a cougar. At forty years old, with dark black hair and a lush, firm body, she was the neighbor every young boy wished lived next door.