Aimee Lynn Novelas e Histórias

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

AIMEE’S POV My name is Aimee Garcia and for the longest time, I have been all alone, I have no family and I witnessed my parents being murdered when I was just three years old. I moved between foster homes and several families but I never felt like I belonged with any of them. Despite my unfortunate childhood, I centered my life and goals on attending college, trying to get a degree so I could get a good job and build a better life for myself. I pride myself as a smart young woman and I only believe in factual, logical happenings in the world. I believed there would always be an explanation for everything and I never believed that supernatural beings and creatures from other dimensions exist

Trisha asked and Aimee burst into laughter almost immediately. “You must be the most delusional human being I have ever laid eyes on,” Aimee said to Trisha. “That you would think that I, Aimee Landon, would hide from a lowlife like you is beyond me,” Aimee added, aggravating Trisha.

Rodney sat behind the desk, while Liam awkwardly sank into one of the leather chairs and tried to look anywhere but at the other man's eyes. "You hurt my girl's feelings tonight," the older man continued. "I'm sorry," Liam said, for what felt like the hundredth time that weekend. "But I spoke to Charlotte, and--" "Not Charlotte," Rodney replied. "Aimee. She's..." Liam looked up, and saw a soft expression in the older man's eyes. "Aimee is a wonderful girl," Rodney explained. "She's a giver--always has been. And she wouldn't want it any other way. I suppose it comes with being--"

So for now, they were simply keeping the status quo, both of them pretending that things weren’t going for the rocks. She nodded gently to his question, carrying the bags to the kitchen counter. “Nothing much. I had a little girl with me so I got lost picking things. Then, I had lunch with her and her father before coming here.” “Who’s that?” He asked, without looking up. “The girl that was bullied in Ryan’s class, Aimee.” He nodded at her words. But then, he suddenly seemed to realize something and looked up, his face lighting up. “The one whose father is from Knox Corporation?”

Now they watched her the way people watched a gathering storm on the horizon, waiting anxiously to see what it would destroy when it finally arrived. A sudden knock interrupted her heavy thoughts. Before she could respond, the door opened slightly. Luna Miriam entered the room with quiet grace. She was Ryan’s aunt, one of the oldest and most respected wolves in the entire pack. Aria straightened immediately, surprised by the late visit. “Miriam.” The older woman offered a small, gentle smile. “I could not sleep.” Aria almost laughed at the shared admission. “Neither could I.”