Young Amy Adams Novels & Stories

“You didn’t have to do that.” “Yes, I did,” he whispered, pressing his lips to my shoulder. He lets his lips linger there for a moment before he pulled away, breathing against my neck as he did. “I should have done it a long time ago. I was wrong to delay it until now.” I turned in his arms, searching his eyes for hesitation, but there wasn’t any. Just sincerity. Just warmth. Just Damon. “I’ve never belonged anywhere, Damon,” I admitted, barely able to find my voice. “Turn My parents have died. Even when I lived here, I was always the Omega, the outcast, the orphan who everyone pitied.”

From her friends’ conversations during the sleepover, it felt like Callista was just like Apple and her friends, but I wasn’t sure—and I didn’t want to say what I didn’t know. "That’s sad," Amy sighed. "It’s all my parents’ fault. They made me sit with them watching a boring drama. I mean, they don't have a conscience—if they did, they wouldn’t have forced a sixteen-year-old girl to watch a documentary about the 1980s," Amy frowned, and I laughed. Amy was four months older than me. I was born in the first week of November and couldn’t wait to be sixteen.

The voice was sharp, clear, and warm, sending pleasant shivers down my spine. I turned, searching for the source of that voice, and my face lit up when I spotted him. It was Jake, one of the popular boys in school—a good guy known for his charming smile and easygoing nature. He looked at me, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief. “Hey, Amy!” he called out, grinning widely. “Isn’t it a little early for you to be this stressed out?” I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling back. “You have no idea. I’m just trying to get through today without losing my mind,” I replied, laughing a little.

"What makes you think you can help me?" This piece of shit. This was exactly why he had never liked him, always looking down on people who couldn't fight back, always shrinking the moment someone bigger walked in. And here he was, still acting untouchable, still wearing that smirk, even with a broken hand and a glass of liquor doing the talking for him. Ugh. Why the hell did he ever sleep with him before. Alex leaned closer, voice dropping low. "Mr. Adams's spouse happens to be my stepbrother."

I laid on the sand, enjoying the warmth of the sun. "I know right." He smiled at me and fed me some Pringles. Now I get why mother thinks we're dating. I saw mother by the other side of the beach and I prayed for her not to see us. "Nicole honey!" Mother yelled and approached us. I groaned. "Hi." I said dryly. "Hello Mrs Adams." Damon said delightfully. "How are you Damon?" She smiled. "What a fine young man." I groaned, knowing my mother was going to embarrass me.

Eden replied with a full of pride and hubris. "All right, sorry. I was still surprised to see Yagur that night. But this proves that I am a human being from the future who is unlikely to be your partner, unless it is a dream," Megan said, who feared it would offend Eden which led to her almost being killed as Yagur did. Although Eden's loud confession as a werewolf made Megan almost hold her breath, because of her shock. "Do you think this is a dream? After our second meeting?"

I was thrown off guard,so I shook my head,trying to clear my head and focus on the situation. “I am Noah,Adam's personal doctor,I'd be taking care of your health from now on”The handsome guy said,walking over to his former position. “It's nice to finally meet you”. One corner of Adams smirk rose higher as he slid his hands into his pocket waiting for my reaction. “.. I,.. I am fine”My voice was rusty,horrified by how weak I sounded. Noah let out a hearty smile, “You’d be fine my dear” He told me,his frenetic energy ebbing out.

Adam laughs talking about his brother. “Hunter is younger than me, but sometimes he behaves like my father, he’s a fucking difficult man, full of rage, but he’s faithful to his family, he’s really terrified of anything to do with drink and driving.” “You have other brothers?” He opens his wallet and shows me picture of his brothers, hugging, having a few beers in something that seemed like a picnic. “Hunter you already know, this one in the back is Connor, he’s a fireman, and the youngest brat is Kayden, he’s a cowboy.”

Adam replied furiously. Jenna smiled faintly at Adam. Who would have thought that someone's life could change so much in just two days?

“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.