Amber From Sofia The First Novels & Stories

my little Toddy! Are you hungry baby?" Todd groaned at the baby nickname that his mother had given him when he was 2 years old. "Oh..mom.." he twisted out of her tight grasp, cleared his throat and stood up extra straight. He ran his hands down his shirt as if to iron out any wrinkles just in case his mom had ruffled him up. "Now Mom. Yes I am hungry. what are you making? "I'm making biscuits eggs and bacon for my special angels. where is your sister?" She asked as she peeked down the hallway looking for her daughter. Usually Todd and his sister woke up at the same time. She rarely seen one without the other. "She's still asleep mom, I didn't want to wake her because she looked really tired

Keon was the first to walk out of the door and Amir followed suit. Queen Tarah hadn't seen Amira in a couple of days and she was wondering if she was fine. She's asked Anna about her and she'd told her Amira and the baby were doing good , she just wanted to be sure for herself. Tarah decided to see Amira so she decided to go to her room. Queen Tarah was very shocked to see Her son Keon and Amir coming out of Amira's room with heavy faces.

Ivy slowed down and whispered to me “She really is.” Selene rolled her eyes but stepped aside to let them in. I watched the whole exchange quietly. Then Sofia turned slightly, revealing someone small hiding behind her leg. “Oh,” Selene said softly. “My babyyyy” Sofia gently nudged the little girl forward. “This is my daughter, Amy” The girl peeked out slowly, her fingers clutching the fabric of Sofia’s shirt. She looked about five or six with big curious eyes, though she was clearly shy. She looks so pretty

SOFIA "Done with this pack, done with your family's disrespect, done with being treated like an unwanted burden." "Sofia, you're being dramatic—" "Am I?" I step closer, and Andrew actually takes a step back. "Your mother just slapped me in your home while accusing me of bringing shame to your pack. Your sister called me a liability and an omega. And you—" My voice breaks slightly. "You stood there and excused it." "I'm trying to keep the peace—"

My father told me there were people guarding the front and back doors. I can't go my normal way, so I'll go and get Tasha before I go see Connor. Once I know the coast is clear, I take off, run into the yard next door and hop into another bush before I'm seen by anyone. I continue doing the same thing until I'm in Tasha's backyard in the bush directly under her bedroom window. I take a small pebble and toss it up. Or about to when a hand goes around my mouth. Panic fills me. Until I hear the voice. " It's just me, Amber," says Connor. He's whispering.

Sofia walked toward her, eyes sweeping over her like she was inspecting a purchase. “And who are you?” Sofia asked. Amara straightened her shoulders. “I’m Amara. Mr Wellington’s personal assistant.” Sofia’s lips curled. “Oh,” she said slowly. She glanced at me, like she was amused by the idea then she turned back to Amara and smiled wider. “I’m Sofia,” she said. “His fiancée.” The word hit the room like a gunshot. I turned sharply. “Sofia.” She ignored me. Amara didn’t move, her face didn’t change much.

Raphael says. "Wow, Thankyou!" Trisha says. "You are preparing for JAMB right?" Christopher asks facing Alexandra. She looks at him for a second. "Are you talking to me?" Alexandra asks. "Yeah?" Christopher asks with a questionable look. "And I don't see how it affects you, " Alexandra replies, grabbing everyone's attention. "That's because I love your type. They look strong outside but soft inside. Like a coconut!" Christopher says making almost everyone burst into laughter. Except Rapheal who chuckled. Alexandra had this blank look. While Ana didn't smile.

But well, for now, she might have her half-felt thanks for saving her from Anastasia's usual psycho tantrums. "Enough of your silly side games Asia. This is serious business !" Amber screeched. Her tiny voice is her trademark. She would definitely recognize it anywhere in the midst of a large ground. Amber like the name implies, is tranquil, beautiful, meekness, and radiant; Amber only passed the test for one, which is...apparently beauty plus her voice that mingled perfectly well with her unmatched beauty. The rest is a big zero! Anastasia chuckled and hide the knife at her side and duck her head in shame like a child being reprimanded by its mother.

Alexa headed to their room wondering what the prince had on his mind that he asked her to see him immediately. As she approaches the door, she swallows some saliva and adjusts her dress and body language to look confident and fearless. She walks towards him and he receives her with a bright smile. "What have you been doing, my dear? ", he asks reaching for her hand. She tries to break free from his strong grip and he responds to her action with a hard, cold glare making her stay still. He closes the distance between them, bending so his mouth would be at her ear level and whispers

His nose is aristocratic and a thick lower lips that is naturally reddish and seem so soft. Amber swallowed the lump on her throat. She suddenly recognized the man infront her. He is the man in the big picture, it's none other than Ashton Blumentrint Villacorda. "Who are you?" He furrowed. Before Amber could speak a hand gripped her arm. "I'm sorry, Uncle. We were just having fun." Said an angelic voice. The gentleman's thick eyebrows furrowed even more. "And who is she? Your flavor of the month?"