Amber Lightvale Novels & Stories

Ruby asked, starting to get worried. "Nash Palace, you have to get us there safely," said David, and Ruby nodded in understanding. They continued to drag Amber towards Nash's palace. A place not too far from David's castle. Thanks to Ruby, they managed to enter and take Amber into Nash's palace. In the middle of the field, there was a large blue fire burning. Above the flames was a large box made of glass. It seemed like the fire didn't have any impact on the glass box above it.

It's really amazing how her first time is going to be with a multi billionaire and who is also the Father of her Children. They finally got to the place.Amber paid the cabman and got down.She was in awe of the place because she just looked at the place dumbstruck. She couldn't believe the sight in front of her. Whoever had drawn the plan of this place and the person who also made the plan come alive are amazing people. Indeed the place looked like a gem. It even seemed to be glittering when the revolving light that seemed to be in the middle close to the water fountain drops on it. That must be the purpose of the light she thought. Amber checked the time in her phone and it was 15 minutes af

They weren't typical ornaments, but Valefar never stopped me from picking them up, and I saw them as free souvenirs of the strange places our hellish job brought us to. I sometimes wondered what Valefar had thought of me plucking pretty pebbles from the ground and showing them off to him. He never berated me for it, and it was those moments that made me think that Valefar wasn't a completely evil demon Duke. Unfortunately, that was the manipulation at play. Valefar had built and conditioned me to appreciate and cherish even the tiniest scraps of tolerance from him - to keep me loyal with minimal effort on his part. Amber entered my room first, giving me a huge hug as soon as she saw the fain

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“Show me the footage.” The screen flashed to grainy black-and-white security cam footage. A figure moved down the corridor, surrounded by two shadows. No face visible. But the voice that followed over the hacked intercom sent chills through the room: “It began with blood. It ends with ashes.” It was Damien Vale. Alma stepped back. “He’s in Switzerland?” Selene nodded. “And he’s after something.” Julian narrowed his eyes. “The Vault Zero archive.” Alma turned to him. “What’s in there?”

Amber cringed when she heard the soldier asking if he should kill her now or later, but he made it sound like he was asking about a dinner special on a restaurant menu. “So you want us to distribute her body for conversion?” The Death Row Infantry-man asked while reaching down and snatching off Amber’s work badge, which hung from a key chain around her neck. “I have her work badge. Her name is Amber Valdez. She’s a Lab Engineering Development team member who works on level five.” Amber whimpered a little, and her body shivered when the soldier snatched her work badge from around her neck. She prayed for a miracle, hoping that maybe she was dreaming and that she would wake up.

I’m grateful to Thom, it’s less scary to know that I have an ally around here… and besides, I got Eva to bring tons of epiphens just in case there’s a continuation of my murder attempt. “That was a crazy ride!” Vale briskly announced as she stepped inside the lobby. With her oversized sunhat and sunglasses, dressed as if we were on a vacation. Everyone else agreed. The road leading here was full of twists and turns, with trees growing denser and thicker as we moved closer to the lodging. I pulled out my phone, took a picture of the place, and immediately sent it to Arlo. [It’s so pretty here. But I hope filming ends smoothly.] Almost immediately, three dots appeared on my screen, then came h

Blood drained from Luka's face, "A Full Clip? A full clip... how much of a full clip are we talking here?" "It was a basic model, so I should say 12 rounds." "Are you fucking serious? You are saying she took the whole 12 rounds, What the hell were you thinking?" shouted Luka. Valerie lowered her head not able to answer his question. She kept blaming herself for being so slow and believed it was her fault that Amanda got hurt so badly. "It's not your fault Valerie," noted Evelyn reading her thoughts. "Blood test reports came through yesterday," the doctor chimed in, "The darts contain Wolfsbane, but in very small concentration; along with the other known chemical called as Ambinal. That is wh

One week passed, and the hospital gave me a break; I knew that Caleb worked on that; for the past few days, Amber always visited me, and she tried her best to bring me out of the house until today. "Please, just for once, just for today, go with me; there is a place that I want you to see." I look at her, and I am figuring out if I should go with her, but I can see how serious she is, "Okay" I said, and she smiled wide and hugged me. We prepare things and head to the place that she is telling me, We drove miles from the city and ended up here at the top of the hill, "What are we doing here?"

Ryan stepped out, the desert air slicing across the silk, his shadow sharp against the chapel’s neon glow. He glanced back at me, mouth curving into something colder than a smile. His voice was low, meant only for me. “Welcome to Vegas, Amber. Not quite Versailles... but I suppose you never saw the difference.” The words didn’t land. They carved. My breath snagged under silk. The words sliced sharper than the desert burn. My chest tightened, breath catching hard against the fabric pressing my ribs.