Amber Fanart Novels & Stories

It seemed that Grayson wasn’t the only nerd in the penthouse. But Amber’s personal favorite was the poster of the woman holding the drag racing flags. She was wearing a skimpy thong bikini and had a nice ass. The poster was hidden and could only be viewed when the closet door was pulled opened. It still made her laugh that the twenty-four-year old felt the need to hide it like he was actually a twelve-year-old.

I said, not even the slightest worry smiting my mind. "I'm just worried. She would have called. I know Rubs" She whispered. "Maybe we could go check on her, if it makes you feel any better" Amelia piped in with a glass of wine in her hands. "Yeah?" I hesitantly replied as i stood. "Now who's going to take down these banners. It's already late and I doubt if there could still be a party" I said, grabbing my keys from the table surface. "I will" Amelia immediately offered with a smile that barely passed her lips.

I checked my mirrors and made a quick U-turn at the next light, earning an annoyed honk from the car behind me. "Sorry, buddy. Got distracted." A few minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot of Sweet Dreams Ice Cream Parlor. The place had been Amber's favorite since he was six years old. But as I turned off the engine, Amber let out an excited gasp. "Whoa! When did that open?" I followed his gaze to the shop next door. A brand new storefront with bright signage: "Anime Haven - Grand Opening Week!" My own interest piqued immediately. The window displays featured limited edition figures, manga collections, and promotional posters for upcoming releases.

This provided shelter from the rain, and a young girl and boy sat beneath it, sipping coffee that let off a hot, thick cloud of steam against the cold air. “He’s work has really caught on,” Amelia marveled, as they noticed other venues displaying his work. In the town centre park, there were tree holes full of tiny gnomes, all making mischief in various scenes. And along the lake, there was an entire artificial forest, all Alfred’s work. You wouldn’t even know it was artificial unless you stood right in front of it. “This is great!” Amelia said. “His tree-hole theme is everywhere! We can use this for marketing – the resort is the origin of this work. People can come and see more of it for th

, one of the team leaders who seemed to be the team in which the employee belonged to lashed out at the poor lady. She raised her hand to calm her down, “It’s okay, let’s have the reason why she's here”, she said and turned to the lady, “Why are you here though?” she questioned. “Ma’am, you need to turn on the TV, something is going on”, she announced, and Amber stared at her with a confused expression, “What do you mean by that? She queried, and the lady rushed to put on the TV herself. “Artist UMBRA is a fake, she’s not the owner of the artworks”, was the news showing on the TV. She gasped at the revelation and everyone turned to look at her.

Owen just followed while checking the surroundings. The said photoshoot is for fashion endorsement of a fashion brand. Leon was the chosen model because of his good looks. Leon is tall, he is 5'11 and has a perfect body. It is also white because of the Chinese blood that flows through the veins. His cold expression stole a lot of attention. "Is he your friend?" The friend's manager asked. The man is referring to Owen. Leon nodded in response. "He's also handsome. Doesn't he plan to be a model like you?"

Evan shook his head. I knew she wasn't asking me so I didn't bother to answer. I could feel her glaring at me but instead of exchanging glares, I looked at the room. It was simple and elegant. There was a vase sitting at the side of the room, filled with colourful plastic flowers that were in contrast to the white wall adding to the beauty of the room. There was a beautiful painting on the wall, near the bed. It was a painting of a beautiful woman holding a demon baby in her hands. The baby had furs sprouting out of the skin on his chest hands and face, and its eyes were red and a dark vein lined his clear skin. It was so scary and ugly but the way she looked at it made me see the cuteness i

Maybe he might've turned out different, been a guy worth the admiration in her eyes. The other wall had nature photographs. Blades of grass, up close, with sunlight reflecting off dew. Another of a horse's snout, steam billowing from its nostrils, and snow as a blurry afterthought in the background. Well-worn wooden planks with a ladybug front and center. "These are good." Impressive, actually. She nodded. "Amy took them. She calls it fooling around, but I keep saying she should be serious about it. I haven't seen her pick up a camera in a long time."

“This clearly belongs to someone and we shouldn’t pry. Let’s just get out of here.” Lila’s shaking her head, wandering around. “No, we need to figure out what this is.” Standing back against the wall, I refuse to move anywhere, watching instead. Lila and Mabel are the most confident, lifting things up and looking behind rather dark abstract painting that mean nothing at first glance. Whoever this belongs to, it’s not someone I’m familiar with. And from their furnishings, they don’t seem like the...happiest person. “Do you think this is Ren’s?” Esme asks, touching things gently, looking around curiously. Mabel looks up from where she is approaching a side table. It makes me nervous seeing her