Amber Rose Johnson Novels & Stories

As you say president"- after bowing respectively Liam went out of his office leaving Edward in deep thoughts . Where did you go, munchkin.? I can't bring myself to hate you .? You are still my munchkin no matter what .Where is your stubborn,bold ,sassy nature now ? You became so weak .You never cried in the past .Why now .? What's happening in our lives? Can't I have you whole myself .? I love you damn it . " Master, it's time to meeting "- Liam reminded Edward . He straightened his suit ,went towards the meeting room followed by Liam . It took 1 hour to finish the meeting and he went back to the office . " President we have meeting with Ms . Jasmine Jones "- Liam remainded him . " Ok let's

She paused and took a deep breath. “ it’s such a shame that I’ll have to kill someone I consider my best friend today because if I let you get out of this hospital I may not get this chance again” Jen said as she opened her hand bag and extract a white handkerchief out of it, she brought out a bottle from her bag and sipped the content unto the handkerchief then fold it and returned the bottle into her bag, she raised the handkerchief and began moving her hand over Amber’s nose to place the handkerchief over her nose when the door suddenly opened and Todd shouted from the door.

ASHTON A few hours ago, Willow took it upon herself to prepare me for New Year's Eve at a bustling nightclub in Dallas. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she instructed, "Repeat after me, I, Ashton Johnson..." With my arms crossed, I echoed, "I, Ashton Johnson," mentally bracing myself for a potentially disastrous evening. You see, Perry had warned me about the Johnson Curse, a belief that whatever can go wrong will go wrong for members of our family. Now, with two Johnsons on this trip, I was prepared for misfortune to befall me, but the thought of it happening to my sister was absolutely unthinkable.

Asher asked, his tone calculated. Fred shook his head. "That’s the part I can’t figure out. I have no idea how she’s connected to Ronald’s death. She’s a rogue, declared missing years ago, and suddenly she’s here, living with Veronica? It’s too much of a coincidence, but I don’t have the full picture yet." The Alpha prince was considering something, weighing his options, and Fred could only wait. "Drop the case," Asher ordered, his voice carrying the weight of a command that couldn’t be disobeyed.

Not a single drug that could treat my illness. Wynter hadn't lied. Silas had really made me his control subject—a living experiment. "Angela." I looked up, my tears long dried, my voice calm and steady. "I need you to do one more thing for me."

She removed the dress from the bed and left the guest room. After putting the dress in her bag, she headed up to the room and began cleaning and dusting. "Argh! It been years this place had been taken care of. Even if he doesn't want to remember his family, he should at least make the room neat and tidy." She stopped to cough. The door opened and it was Damien again. He walked in and watched his secretary doing a little house chores in his house. "You shouldn't just use vacuum machine for this small chores you're doing."

Adams was trying to resist whatever was trying to drain his life out of him as he struggled inside Ashton. "What is it, Adams?" Ashton asked. "Where are we?" Adams asked. "In some kind of cell. I guess it is filled with mountain ash!" Ashton said. The guard who had brought him only pushed him into the cell from a distance. He then used some special switch to close the door. Mountain Ash was a special substance that could be used to trap wolves. Any wolf that was trapped using the mountain ash would never break free because the moment they tried, they will feel like every born in their body had been electrocuted.

ACE The champagne tasted like expensive nothing. I set the glass down on the marble countertop and watched my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Twenty-one years old today, and I'd spent the last three hours shaking hands with men in thousand-dollar suits who looked at me like an investment. "Ace Monroe, Noah Monroe's boy. Good to finally meet you." "Your father speaks highly of you." "We should have lunch sometime. Discuss your future." My future. Like it was a stock portfolio they could manage.

This woman, this version of her walked onto the stage like she owned the very air around her. Her long white coat billowed behind her like a banner of quiet dominance. Her hair was pulled back into a severe, elegant knot that revealed a face refined not by luxury but by purpose. Dr. A. M. Johnson, MD, FACS. Her smile was wide and warm, minimal makeup framing it, just a touch of blush, a whisper of lipstick, the barest polish needed for someone already shining. Applause thundered around her. Every official, dignitary, CEO, medical leader, people who shaped entire nations rose to their feet, awe on their faces.