Amber From Sofia The First Novels & Stories

Kirill said walking up to her as he stretched to grab her by the arm she swatted his hand away. "Alek?" She said as she stared at Amber like they had picked her from the dump. "Uhh, if he wouldn't answer you I think I should,hi I am Amber" Amber said, stretching her hands from where she was sitting as Mikhaila stared at her hand like it was diseased and Amber noticed and dropped her hand focusing her attention back on the contract she was going through.

I think. "My name is Sohma Amy, I play the bass." she kept it short and simple, Bass...huh? The next girl was probably the shortest, a girl with short lavender bob who wore knee-high leggings underneath a short mini skirt. "Ito Haia. I'm seventeen and I play the electric guitar. I like... rollerblading." she paused at the end and blinked at me as I listened. Right, she seems like the energetic sort but right now she seemed the opposite. Does she not want to be here? Is she uncomfortable or nervous? It was hard to tell.

I muttered as I walked deeper into the room. I touched the edge of the bed, and I couldn’t help but frown when I felt how soft the blanket was. I had learned to sleep wherever I was put; comfort usually came with strings attached. Alexander had already told me what he expected in return: an heir. My hand dropped from the blanket. The door opened suddenly and Anna straightened as Lady Helena entered, her gaze sweeping over the room before settling on me. “You may leave,” she told Anna. Anna bowed and slipped out. Helena walked farther into the room and regarded me with the same cool assessment she always wore.

The Alpha asked standing before me but not touching me. “Amara, Sir.” “Amara.” He whispered, lifting my chin again. “My name is Abel.” “Yes Alpha.” I returned and watched as he frowned, I wasn’t sure what he expected here, I was not nor would I ever be stupid enough to call an Alpha by his first name. “What would you like me to do Sir?” I asked and watched as his eyes flashed again. He stood still, watching me watch him for entirely too long as his fingers continued to caress my skin.

He pulled her arm a little too forceful and led her to the center of the circle. And there at the center was a single-armed wooden sofa accentuated by the moonlight. A woman, probably their Queen, was lying on it. The moonlight shall be enough as your guide. Feucher’s words echoed inside her head. Yes, the moonlight really did become her guide. She stepped closer and did a curtsey, as she thought people of this world normally do. The pixie Queen looked silently beautiful even though she appeared pale and weak. Her hair, which was commonly gold with her constituents, was colored silver. Her glow was very faint and sporadically glinting unlike the stable radiance of the others.

Once she is in, she walks to his desk and turns on the computer to look thorough the footages and deletes them. She keeps on looking for the footages and starts deleting them when she finds them. “What are you concentrating on so much babe?” Zen sits down in front of the desk with a glass of whiskey in his hand. She jumps up on her seat seeing him in front of her and flinches away from the desk. “Did I scare you?” He smirks looking at her while sipping from the glass. “No, I was just filling umm... a form to get Tim admitted to an art lesson.” She smiles at him realizing that all the footages are deleted. “Oh really? That’s nice.” He keeps on smirking and slowly puts his feet up on the desk

But his eyes darkened. Sofia grabbed my arm. “Breathe.” I walked out slowly. He met me halfway. “You're supposed to be resting,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “I needed to work.” I looked everywhere but him.” “You needed to obey.” He said calmly. Sofia coughed dramatically behind me. “Hi. I'm Sofia. The best friend.” Damien glanced at her. Gave a small nod. “I know. Thanks for covering her shift last night.”

was gone, replaced by the possessive monster. He turned his head slowly toward Sloane. His eyes were amber, the wolf right at the surface. "Apologize," Abram said. Sloane’s smile died. "What? Abram, she’s an Omega. She’s—" "I said apologize to her," Abram roared. He slammed his hand down on the mahogany desk, the sound echoing like a grenade. "Now. Or you can leave the building in a body bag. I don't care if we share blood."

Damian said and smiled at her. Amelia nodded without saying anything and continued eating. After a few seconds, Damian sees Arthur walking towards them with his wife and daughter. “Ian, you’ve met Zelena before right?” Arthur said. Damian nodded before standing up and shaking hands with Zelena. “It’s been a while,” he said with a polite smile. Amelia stood up as well and gave a smile to Zelena. “Hello, I’m Amelia,” she said. Zelena blinked as she recognizes Amelia. “You’re the one at the park, right? I’m Zelena, It’s very nice to meet you” she said and offers her hand to Amelia.

He even peeled shrimp and placed them gently on Annie's plate. Amber saw it and whistled teasingly. "Wow, look at you, Lay. Never seen you act this gallant with me before." Lay just smiled and said nothing, while Annie's cheeks flushed crimson once again. Why did Amber enjoy teasing her so much? All Annie wanted to do was dig a hole and hide in it. As she was biting into a piece of shrimp, a surprised male voice suddenly cut through the air. "Sofia? What are you doing here?"