Novel & Cerita Amber Fanart

"Don't worry. As long as I bring up the past every now and then, that fool will be completely wrapped around my finger. How could he possibly remember Giselle's sacrifices?" Maryanne suddenly snatched my phone from my hand and smashed it to the ground. The room fell into dead silence. "Ambrose, I don't know how she did it, but I never said anything like that. You have to believe me! I know what's going on—this is AI face-swapping! That bitch swapped my face onto someone else to turn you against me!" She clung to Ambrose's sleeve desperately, terror written all over her face. Ambrose's face was ashen as he pried her hands off him.

It felt like my throat was ripped clean out of me, and all that came forth now sounded pathetic. My vision blurred, and the light seemed to flicker on and off in my eyes, dimming further so I knew I was running out of time. The sounds of the forest and Alex kept me tethered to this side. But it was no use. It was too much, much too dark. My body froze, and the pain moved far away. My brain-body connection delayed as my mind faded with a blankness. This was it. The end. The last few minutes of a life too short-lived. And with my final breath, as the world began to fade from view for one last time, I lamented all that would be left unsaid and lost in any moment but this.

I pulled up ‘Blake Sexy AF’ in my contacts and wrote, ‘I need your help. Not long after I texted him, I saw the three dots appear and his immediate response. Blake Sexy AF: Ready and willing to provide my services Blake Sexy AF: Assuming you need help getting off Me: No, that’s not what I need help with! Blake Sexy AF: That’s too bad, had my hopes up Blake Sexy AF: Does that mean you’re servicing yourself? ;) Blake Sexy AF: Call me so I can listen in. Or you can just text me the play-by-play

“And, of course, you will accompany me, won’t you, Adam?” Adam was delighted by Amani's request to have him by her side. "I would be honored to accompany you, Amani." "Perfect!" Amani exclaimed, her excitement growing even more. Amani eagerly ran off to sort through all of her paintings, determined to decide whether she would incorporate any of them or create entirely new portraits from scratch. After careful consideration, she ultimately chose a painting from her completed collection that had been inspired by her night at the Lights Festival.

Todd was shocked to see Jake competing with him over the art work, he blinked twice trying to clear his head and concentrate, thinking of the best approach, he raised his tag and doubled the price but Jake did the same, Todd gave him a cold stare and smiled in a sinister way, he was about raising his tag but another man sitting at the far end raised his tag and triple the price, the game became more hot as a third player got involved, though the anonymous man was ignorant of the ongoing battle between the two men, he just had a genuine interest in the art. Todd raised his tag and doubled the price the anonymous man had called, starring at Jake to see what he would do, beside him Amber was g

I rush into the arena, and the sight in front of me makes me pause. In the middle of the pit is a massive three-tailed fox, its white fur gleaming under the dim lights. The crowd is on their feet, screaming and roaring with bloodlust. The fox is surrounded by five wolves and a panther, each one circling, waiting for an opening. But it’s not just any fox. “Shit,” I mutter, my heart racing. It’s Legion.

A faint caramel aroma spread through the table where Amanda sat alone. People around her gossiped on their table in their own world, trying out the delicious desserts they ordered. The walls on her side had peculiar looking arts hanging through the entire wall. Maybe art lovers will see the beauty in it, but Amy only saw some unusual blocks and colors mixed together. The owner must be a well off art lover to afford these art pieces, she reckoned when a gentle young boy, around in his teen, walked in with a tray full of desserts and served the ones she ordered.

Damien stepped behind me, pressing his growing erection against my ass as he whispered, “This one reminds me of how you look when you’re coming apart for Daddy. All flushed and open.” His hand slipped fully under my dress now, fingers stroking my slick folds while we stood in front of the painting. I bit my lip to stifle a moan. “Damien…” “Daddy,” he corrected, pushing two thick fingers inside me slowly. “Keep looking at the art while I play with your pretty cunt.” He fingered me leisurely as we moved through the space, his other arm wrapped around my waist to keep me steady. In the next room hung a provocative figurative work by Anna Weyant a young woman in a vulnerable yet defiant pose, th

I ask Amanda. Amanda’s expression changes. She fakes a laugh. “Go. Take a breath. Get some fresh air and meet other people. I’ll catch you later.” “But—” “There’s a lovely art gallery in one of the rooms. You should see it.” She’s sending me away deliberately. I don't press further. I just nod and stride away, my heart still racing from the earlier confrontation. A guard directs me to the art gallery. It’s quieter. There are very few people here. I stop in front of a dark, abstract painting—a swirl of black and deep crimson that looks like a bruised sky.

Dante had said she’d need it. One afternoon, driven by a restless energy she couldn’t suppress, Amara found herself meticulously examining the massive, ornately carved armoire in her bedroom. It was a magnificent piece, dark and ancient, smelling faintly of cedar and time. She ran her fingers along the intricate carvings, tracing the patterns of leaves and mythical creatures, a distant echo of her own artistic inclination. It was then her finger snagged on a barely perceptible seam along the inside of one of the carved panels.