Amber. Novelas e Histórias

"I'm a mess. I'm frustrated because I've been trying to tell you something but couldn't find you anywhere. Except for the boss's penthouse, of course, because I couldn't possibly go in there. By the way, were you there?" "Wow, Amber. Since when did you become so talkative?" I backed away because Amber wanted to hug me. But then I nodded, lying. "Yes, I'm there. Working on my new hobby." "What is it..." Amber suddenly took the bottle and brought it to her mouth. Not stopping there, she made a hole with her hand and moved the mouth of the bottle in and out of the hole in her hand. Zack laughed. And

Yet something about her caught my attention. Time passed as the interview continued. Then, through the glass door in the adjacent office, I spotted a familiar face. Lucas. A tall guy with silver hair, with deep brown eyes under his glasses. He stood there with the cheesiest grin painted across his face. I stepped out to greet him. Lucas was a sommelier, one of those people who gets paid to taste wine. “You look like someone who tastes wine for a living,” I joked,pulling him into a hug.

I asked, swirling the dark liquid in my glass. She turned to me, one brow raised. "Oh, is that what you're doing? I didn't realize drinking Welch's grape juice and loitering in the employee room was your idea of celebrating." I sighed. "You couldn't just let me have this moment, could you?" She laughed lightly. "I'm sorry, mija. Go ahead, tell me." I leaned forward, smirking. "Let's just say the Shadow Moon Alpha got a little surprise in his food."

I ask. She shrugs. “Everything. We have a fully stocked bar.” “What do you have that’s strong?” “Whiskey, bourbon, scotch …” “Surprise me.” “Ice or no ice.” “Ice,” I say. When she brings me a glass of amber liquid, I smell it. It’s been a very long time since I’ve had a drink. I take a sip and let the heat of the alcohol slide down my throat, easing the tension inside me. “Dad, you have to try this! What is it again?” Artis asks Amy.

shouted Amanda, looking at her brother in disbelief that someone would name their wolf a crazy name like that. "Amona Reinas! A as in apple. M as in Mary had a little lamb. O as in Onion. N as in Notebook. A as in Apricot. Amona Reinas. Reinas is R as in Rainman. E as in Elephant. I as in Ice. N as in numbers. A as in ant. S as in Snake. Amona Reinas . Would you like me to spell it again?" probed Alpha River, trying to remain cool. The day had been a long, stressful day, and it wasn't over yet.

I need to make a plan. What do I do now Emerald? I reach out to her. She whimpers. She’s been pretty sulky ever since I rejected Wesley. She replies by flashing me the image of those kind brown eyes again. Those aren’t Wesley’s eyes? I guess I’ll find out in about a week when Emerald can help me see. Ash’s POV

“Oh, sorry, this is Amanda and Clara, and this is Kai.” “Hey,” I said, as they both stared at me, and I began to feel uncomfortable. “We’re meeting some other friends at Rumba tonight. You should join us, since you’re alone here,” Emory said. “Yeah, maybe,” I said, as I loaded more bottles into the trolley. “You won’t be sorry,” she said, and I laughed. “Yeah, okay. See you guys tonight,” I said, and walked to the check-out, where the cashier looked at me like I was insane as I unloaded the cart.

“We’ll complete the rite. Together.” — The Temple of Cinders stood atop Mount Varn, a jagged black peak said to be the heart of a long-dead volcano. The ancient lava that once spilled from it had cooled into obsidian spires, and from its summit, the wind howled like forgotten spirits. Kael and Luna climbed in silence, their hands occasionally brushing, sending sparks of heat up their arms. Her touch calmed the fire in him, yet stirred another flame entirely—one of desire, deep and unrelenting.

Not a drop of juice, soda, or water in sight. “Uh,” she hesitated, “do you… have anything softer?” Damon turned to her with a faint look of disbelief. “You don't drink?” “Not really,” she said, lowering her voice. “I mean, not like this. Everything here looks so serious.” “A glass of your best chardonnay.” he said signaling to the bartender. She blinked at him. “Excuse me?” He shot her a dry look. “Amara is what we call a polite drunk. It would be awkward for you not to touch a single bottle tonight. If you'd understand.”

The only chatter he had ever enjoyed was the one from Amber, and after that, the world just seemed to be one big noisy classroom. "You have all night, and I," she said, taking the wine glass to her mouth and chugging down the contents in it. She had not drunk any exotic drink in three years, but she knew that a mocktail was not supposed to break her throat the way this one did. She wondered if it had aloe in it. She looked up to his innocent and beautiful face and dismissed the fact that he could spike her drink. "I do not have all night, and I am going to call it a night now," she said, taking up his hand with the plan open, and she pushed the wine glass into