Amber A Lee Frost Novels & Stories

"So the mark on your left arm, how did it get there?" "I'd prefer not to share, it's too personal" "It's fine then" * Amber woke up the next day, picked her pen as usual and circled day five. She knelt beside her bed and said a silent prayer for Maya and her daughter. She took a cold bath and got dressed in a baggy pant and a big shirt that she rolled the tip to make it look smart on her body. It was a lecture free day and it would make her plans easier so she took her phone and keys and stepped out of the room. She inserted the key in the lock, the clanging sound putting her in a higher mood as she inhaled and appreciated the gush of air that blew her face.

But thinking about Arizona helping her out and turning against them, have to be the most absurd hope she couple possibly muster! There is no way in hell and beyond that Arizona would just want to help her out most especially from her allies. It is over for her..... Amber's Auburn hair was pulled up in a pony and, just like Anastasia, she wasn't in her uniform either. Instead, she wore a leather short skirt and a deep blue sweater that perfectly matched the colour of her very deep blue-, greenish eyes. A chain belt encircled her thin waist and leather boots were worn. Her lips were tainted with black lipstick and her lashes were long and thick, accentuating her perfectly cat-eye-shaped eyes.

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

Amelia ignored her as she showed her usual indifference to Lara's words and went upstairs head held high, despite her roaring inner feelings of fear! She went into her room, and took off her coat to reveal the shorts and white short-sleeved shirt which she was wearing underneath the long coat. Despite the cold outside, the inside of the mansion was rather warm. She was about to enter the bathroom to freshen up, when she stopped dead. Fear struck Amelia's heart when she saw the tall figure lurking in the shadows as he stood before the lit hearth, and said with his cold voice : "So, you're finally back."

Friday evening when Amber got home, she was checking through her wardrobe for anything presentable she could wear, the fundraiser was by 8pm and she had nothing to wear, Todd had said he’ll take care of it but she hasn’t seen anything, she was frustrated and sat on the bed with a thud when her door bell rang, she ran out to see who it was, she peeped out through the door viewer, a delivery guy was standing there with a big box in his hand, Amber quickly opened the door and the guy said “Delivery for Amber Curt" “am Amber" she responded and the guy gave the box to her and asked her to sign, she did and went back in with the box, when she opened it, she brought out a long black gown, the gown

I thundered. They flinched and the woman closest to me raised a finger and glanced at Lena. “We begged her to leave but she wouldn't budge. She said she wanted to do this herself and we… we…” her breath swallowed her voice. Lena took a step forward, her eyes glued to her feet. “It's true Alpha, I just wanted to be useful around here,” “Useful? You call this useful?” I said with a stern voice, staring at the mess on her Apron and the utensils that were all over the floor.

“I thought he meant something to the people here and the least you can do is protect him.” “How can we protect him when you are weak?” Bathilda shot back. “The people follow you, and if anything happens, it is on you.” Amber clenched her jaw and stared hard at Bathilda. After few seconds, she said, “I am not your Hedda or Kyra. I am just a simple girl living a simple life in Meadow Street and having a bonfire with my friends before you all came and ruined it for us. I am Amber Willow and I don’t belong to your world. I don’t belong here.”

"Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Come on!" Amber squinted her eyes. The girl was on a head warmer, so she didn't get to see her hair. She suspected the lady to be Larissa O'Neil, the dancer she'd stan after her interest in A.A Entertainment. She always admired the girl's elegance and talent plus her red hair that made her stand out. Larissa turned and caught Amber staring at her. She thought Amber was a new recruit and approached her. As she got closer, Amber finally knew who she was, and became shocked, her breath hitched.

“But Amber… she cut her wrists. Took pills. That didn’t look fake to me. She could have lost her life if she wasn't rushed to the hospital on time.” Amber scoffed and lifted her wine glass just as the waiter returned to place a fresh bottle on the table. “Desperate people do desperate things. Trust me, Sky. Amelia is no fool. She knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted Cole's attention. And guess what? It worked.” I looked down at the table for a long moment. I didn’t know what to believe. How could someone actually go so far just for attention? Could anyone be that cruel to themselves?

She was a hopeless case. She picked up the mug and sipped warm coffee. It was 4PM and her shift was about to end in two hours. The blue curtains of the room fluttered lightly in the cold breeze. She should have called him. Amelia got up from the sofa and walked up to the window. In distance she watched the umbrella pines as their leaves swayed gently. The soft, fresh scent of the lilacs wafted through her nostrils. She watched the wild roses of pink, red and blue shades in bloom near the river. River Boltou – whose fresh, misty smell embraced her, encased her as it used to in her dreams and wild fantasies. Her phone buzzed and she grabbed it from her bag hoping that Daniel had messaged him.