Amber From Sofia The First Novels & Stories

Victoria was grateful for her family, feeling a pang of envy towards the original owner of her body, which only fueled her desire for more. "Victoria!" Sofia called out. "We have to head to the venue now." She glanced at her parents and greeted them with a smile. "Hi, I'm Sofia." "You're absolutely stunning," Sabby remarked. "I'm a huge fan of yours, Miss Sofia. I've seen almost all of your movies," Emmanuel added. Sofia blushed and could only manage an awkward smile. Despite being billionaires, Emmanuel and Sabby spoke like regular people. "Thank you so much," Sofia replied.

I said trying to be as calm as I could. "Ava!" Zaza called out, her voice echoing through the stillness of the night. "Ava, you won't believe what I just saw!" My gaze could not leave her face, she had triggered my curiosity by the urgency in her voice. "What is it, Zaza?" I asked, my heart racing with anticipation. "What did you see?" Zaza took a moment to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to find the words to describe her discovery. "It's the beast, Ava," she said, her voice trembling with excitement. "I saw it! I saw it right here in the palace!"

Bairn said. “OH MY GOD! AERIAN YOU ARE FUCKING HUGE!” Sofyia squealed. “Hey Sofyia how are you?” I asked. “For the love of the love of the goddess can you please not fucking scream Sofyia.” Niven growled. “That is Luna Sofyia to you.” she retorted.

It didn’t seem that her and Arthur’s relationship was that strong after all. Or perhaps Almara realized that she didn’t have a chance against Sofia. That Sofia could understand. It would have been for the little mouse to think that she could hold a candle to her beauty, to her stature. Sofia waved goodbye as Dana left. The coat scratched at her arm and Sofia wrinkled her nose. What was this material? Sofia took the coat off, holding it at arm’s length. Her lips pulled back in disgust. She couldn’t believe she had been wearing this for so long. She dropped it on the ground where it belonged.

Ezecarl smiled, proud like a father, as he tapped her head. She was nicknamed A because she never failed. Every experiment made on her was successful. A, because of her name Ameira. A is also significant since she is the most influential. For a child, the very first letter is always in the lead. P R E S E N T T I M E "So did you come back here just to let me know about it or is there some other reason?" Ameira came back to reality when the old man spoke. The old man really knew her but the director only knew a part of her personality.

Kenton says, reaching out with his other hand and grasping ahold of my own, then curls me into his body as he tries to shield me from the eyes of the other now naked men and women before us. We come to stop before a man who looks to be in his forties. He looks like an older version of the man standing next to me. He has a big smile on his face as he takes the two of us in, taking note of his son's hand in mine, his other tucking me into his side. "Amaris, I would like you to meet my dad, Alpha Kerryington Clearwater.” 'Alpha?' The word, what I've read about Alpha wolves in books, causes a lead weight to develop in the pit of my stomach.

I said and that must have done it for him, because next thing I know is a fully sauced drumstick aimed for my head coming at me which I narrowly escaped by a second that sent me into a troubled fit of laughter. The night was indeed a blissful one, the blonde girl seated beside Thomas was a business partner of his and Kyle's who apparently had trivial matters to attend to in New York but has no family in America so she was invited to join us for dinner. A sweet soul she was with that topple British accent of hers. If I'm to be honest? I felt a slight twinge of jealousy when she introduced herself to me as Amber asking if it was okay that Kyle invited her. I wondered what kind of relationship

I ask her. “My name is Amber and I thought since you always sit alone and I always sit alone. Maybe we could sit alone together?” She said with a smile. I couldn’t get any readings off of her and I didn’t feel any danger from her. I nodded my head at her and she took a seat next to me. “I’m sorry to just come over and disturb you like this.” “You’re not disturbing me at all,” I said to her.

Roman replied, handing the baby to Camila. "What are we going to call her?" Roman tilts his head to the side as if in thought, smiled and then said "Amila Romie Romero" Camila laughed " That's just our names alternated" Roman nodded sheepishly "exactly Mila, I want her to always remember how much we love her". He pressed a kiss on her forehead and smiled. So did Camila. And so did little Amila.

Darius: The message came at dawn. A single rider, half-frozen, drenched in sweat and fear. He barely had time to dismount before the guards dragged him inside. His face was gray when he knelt before me, the parchment shaking in his hand. “Alpha, news from the north…” “Speak,” I said, calmly as I stared at my glass of scotch, knowing well that the man was trembling. He swallowed hard. “It’s Amelia, Alpha. She’s dead.”