Frampton University was the third school Amy and I traveled to in the new blue Mercedes Alex gave her for graduation.I was now learning to drive, but I didn’t have my license yet. The green Mercedes Alex gave me was at the mansion, waiting for my next driving lesson.We were visiting universities that interested us to tour the campuses before submitting our applications and fees.As a wonderful surprise, Andrew Archer offered to pay Amy’s tuition and expenses at the college of her choice. The Archer family had signed over Archer Enterprises to him the day after the ball.“I hope we get accepted by the same college,” I said. “It would be great to go to the same school.”“As long as they have a good journalism program, I don't have a preference,” Amy said. She was going after her dream of being a reporter.“I still think you should go with journalism for your major,” she added. “You would make a terrific reporter, too. You’ve been in front of the cameras lots of times recently.”“I don
“Um, Daisy, he’s still behind us,” Amy said as we reached the city limits.“I know. Before you get to the light at Oak Street, make a quick right,” I said. “Don’t use your turn signal.” I had my phone in my hand, ready to call for help. The man following us couldn’t be a coincidence.Amy did as I asked, but the old pickup stayed with us.“Maybe we should call the police,” Amy suggested.“I doubt they can do anything yet,” I said. “The guy hasn’t done anything to us. We need to lose him.”I thought for a moment. “Pull into the Market Street strip mall, drive around the building, and leave by the back entrance.”“Good idea,” Amy agreed.She pulled into the strip mall and pretended to be looking for a parking space as we passed the drug store, the liquor store, a supermarket, and a hair salon.The pickup tried to hide from our view and didn’t see when Amy suddenly drove along the side of the hair salon and pulled onto an alley that led to North Front Street.She made a few more random tu
I helped a shaking Amy sit in a kitchen chair. She was pale, and her breathing was shallow and rapid.“Daisy, this is freaking me out,” she said. “Who would leave that photo and note in my mailbox? And is it true?”“I don’t know,” I said. “But we need to find out.”Whoever left them knows where Amy lives. I was worried about her, but I didn’t want to scare her even worse.“I’m calling the police,” Amy decided. She picked up her phone.“You should go downstairs and tell your dad before you call them,” I suggested. “It will scare him if he sees the police coming up here, and he doesn’t know anything about it.”“You’re right.” Amy gathered the photo and note from the table, and we went downstairs to find Mr. Gray.He was at the big stove preparing a sauce for a chicken dish that was the house special that evening.When he saw our faces, he took the pot off the burner and rushed over. “Amy, honey, what’s wrong?” he asked.Amy showed him the photo and the note.“They were in our mailbox?”
Victor's lust soared as I lay on the floor in the black lace bra and panties. He ran his hand over the lace covering my breasts, making my nipples stiffen.He unhooked the front of the bra and let the two halves fall open. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered before licking each hardened point.Then he rose to his knees, slid my panties down my legs, and tossed them aside.“You’re as gorgeous as I knew you would be, my love,” he said. “And worth waiting for.”Then his head lowered, and I could feel his warm breath on my belly.I thought I knew what he was going to do, and just the thought of it made my heart race.He proved me right by letting his lips trail kisses from my belly button to my Venus mound. It was too thrilling for me to speak or move.Then I felt his tongue touched my most intimate and sensitive area.My moans echoed throughout the room. It felt better than I could have imagined.Victor was encouraged by my intense reaction, and his tongue began moving in soft, feathery
A thin, white-haired woman waved the cane as she quivered with rage. “What are you doing here, Deirdre? Get out this instant and never return!”A striking brunette woman about Alex’s age hurried into the room and grabbed the cane. “Granny, that’s not Deirdre,” she said. “Come back to your rooms and have a nice cup of tea.”The elderly woman must be Martha Archer, the Luna of Lycan Square. She may be old and growing frail, but her personality hasn't improved at all with age.And she tried to hit Amy on the head with that heavy cane because she thought she was Deirdre. Talk about a clue!Thankfully, Diana sensed the attack and warned me. It was nice to have a guardian angel, even if they were a wolf.The brunette led Martha out of the room and returned a few moments later with a tea tray.“Daisy, Amy, I’m terribly sorry about that,” the brunette said. “Sometimes Granny escapes her nurse. Let’s sit down, have a cup of tea, and chat.”“I …I don’t know,” Amy stammered.“Please, Amy, it’s s
The car came barreling toward us, but instead of ramming us, it swerved around the side of my car and began to force me off the road.“Look out, Daisy!” Amy yelled when the car almost slammed into the side of my Mercedes. “Did you see that? It’s not a man driving that car. It’s a girl with red hair.”It was my first time dealing with an aggressive driver. I tried to stay calm and slowed my car while pulling far enough to the right that the silver car didn’t scrape the Mercedes.As the car passed only a few inches away from us, I looked up and saw a familiar face glaring at me from the driver's seat of the silver car.“The driver looks like the younger sister, the redhead, in the Archer’s family photo!” Amy cried. “It must be Andrew and Amelia’s younger sister, Amanda.”“Maybe she’s as crazy as her grandmother,” I said.No matter who it was, I had to get us out of the situation before we got hurt.I pulled off the road and stopped. As we watched the silver car speed away, I was shaking
I walked into the Brown’s party on Victor’s arm. I wore a new green, irregular hem cocktail dress and gave Amy a smile. My poor bestie was nervous about spending time with Justin’s parents.I didn't blame her. Their change of attitude was too sudden and new. But she looked fantastic in her new pastel blue dress, and it seemed like everything would be alright.“Hello, Amy,” Justin’s mother said as we walked in her door. “It’s a pleasure to have you and Daisy and Victor in our home.”I elbowed Amy to get her to speak. “Thank you for inviting us, Mrs. Brown. You have a lovely home.”“Hey, Mom,” Justin said.Mrs. Brown clicked her tongue. “Justin, your father wants to speak to you. Show your friends around first and then find him and his study.”“Yeah, okay,” Justin agreed. “Come on, guys. I’ll show you where the food, drink, and the bathrooms are.”Justin gave us a quick tour before going in search of his father. I hoped, for Amy’s sake, that whatever his father wanted wasn’t serious.We
“Seriously. Martha escapes from her nurse all the time,” Amy repeated. “That’s crazy. Has she ever hurt anyone?”“I don’t know,” Ava answered. “I heard my parents talking about a time she shot at some guy for trying to date Aunt Amelia.”“That must be the Beta guy she mentioned,” Amy reminded me.“Aunt Amelia had a thing for a Beta!” Ava giggled. “Bet Grandma and Granny got all salty over that.”“Don’t say anything,” I requested. “She might be upset about us mentioning it.” But I wondered why Amelia didn’t tell us Martha shot at her Beta boyfriend.“I won’t say anything if you don’t tell anybody I was talking to you.” Ava stood. “I gotta go before my mom returns and catches me with you guys.”“Where is she?” Amy asked. “I’d like to meet Amanda.”“She doesn’t want to meet you,” Ava said. “She left by a side door when she heard you two were here. She can’t be caught talking to a hybrid.”Amanda sounded as horrible as Martha and Pat. But at least Amy had Amelia.“I’d like to stay in touc