Novel & Cerita Amber Fanart

Amber had seen this particular type of folding before, but for the life of her, she could not remember where. No matter. She was here for the safe, not some origami folding. Gently, she placed it back to its original position, careful not to ruin it. Amber closed the drawer and spun around, facing the room. There was nothing else for her to search. Frustrated, she threw her hands up in the air only to spot another of Fabian’s abstract painting on the opposite side of the white bricked wall. This canvas painting was similar to the one in her room. The only difference was, this one was made up of different hues of dark blue with a blood-red line slashed across the middle. A row of ceiling trac

Some of them were in dire need, but regardless of that, the need shouldn’t lead them to whatever they were dealing with. “I understand that you are here seeking for sponsors, but I do not sponsor a project that I do not see benefitting or appealing. Though some of you have passed through my right hand’s review. Mine was the one that determined it, and I have chosen to not sponsor any of the projects.” Arturo said, looking at Anika. “First, I do not work with lawyers or cops. My apologies, but I have my own terms in this, and after investigating, some of you did indeed turn out being them. The issue is right now, you have a nice little question mark over your heads, and I believe that you kno

Amanda said turning to Aaron. “Mmmhmmm” Aaron nod for Amanda gasp. “Who did it Aaron… it’s beautiful” she said for Aaron to carry her hand and touch the down of the painting where a name was written on. “A.McNair” Amanda said and turn to Aaron. “You paint and draw?” Amanda asked surprise. “My dream” he said for Amanda to hug him. “It’s beautiful Aaron. You can open a art gallery and show case your work husband” Amanda said for Aaron to smile.

I mumble. “Damn, you look better than I imagined,” Katya says. I glance at Ami for her take, but she’s on her phone. “Ami?” “Oh,” she says, looking up. Her expression is unreadable—I hope she hates this so I don’t have to strut around like a gigolo. She purses her lips. “The color’s great, but why’s his chest out?” “So women can appreciate this work of art,” Katya says, standing and circling me. “Yes, I love it.” She touches my chest, startling me, her hand sliding to my abs. What the hell?

Normal college life, the kind I've never really had. “So,” Amber says, pulling out her phone. “I wanted to show you something. Remember that photography project I've been working on?” She scrolls through images— beautiful shots of campus, of the forest surrounding pack territory, of wolves in various candid moments. Her talent is obvious, each photo capturing something honest and real. “These are amazing,” I say, meaning it. “Amber, you're really good at this.” “Thanks.” She blushes slightly. “I'm thinking about maybe minoring in visual arts. My parents want me to focus on pack administration stuff, but photography makes me happy, you know?”

All that matters is that they can do whatever they want without restriction. The whole swimming pool is colorful. The area was noisy, crowded with people, and a variety of buffet food and drinks were everywhere. A wine glass was arranged in a tower and wine was poured. Vapes used by women or men can also be smelled. Right now, Ameira stands on the side, waiting for someone to order her. If there were eyes watching the exposed body, they would still be hesitant to be near her. Her appearance and personality were very different from the real her.

Amaris As I close the distance, I shift back to my human form, smoothly transitioning from running on four paws to two feet. It’s been less than twelve hours since I first got the feeling that something was wrong, but I still fear at what I’m going to find when I make it to the Range Rover. Climbing up between trees, I wind my way over to the driver’s side and lean down, looking into the window to see if there is any sign of life within the vehicle.

The hard wooden back supports her as she makes some wonderful designs on the canvas. The way her eyes glitter when she is proud of herself and how she frowns when the brush strokes a little too hard on the canvas are amusing to watch. I could sit here all day long, admiring this piece of art; Amber Bianchi. I startle her as I slide the glass door. “Sorry,” I say. “Did THE Alessandro Bianchi just apologize to me?” She asks. “I take it back,” I say.

The love in their eyes made me feel that this trip through the human world had been more than worth it. I slowly closed my eyes. Right before they shut completely, I had a strange feeling and turned my head toward the narrow glass window in the door. Through it, I saw a handsome face with red eyes and trembling lips. It was Cole. My vision, my sense of touch, and my sense of smell began to fade as I waited for death to take me. Seconds before I lost my hearing too, I heard people shouting my name from all around. In the midst of all the noise, I caught one voice that wasn't loud at all. It should've been clear and cool, but right then it was hoarse. Its owner called out, "Izzy."

The third attendant dipped the brush into the molten ashes and looked at us both as if they were trying to figure something out. Whatever it was, when she was done, she began to draw on the right side of Ayame's right wrist. The brand was no bigger than two inches tall, one inch wide. She drew a simple, elegant crescent moon, a three-tongued flame between its points and a dainty little diamond in the middle of the flames. It was so small and yet held so much power, so much weight.