Amber Rose Johnson Novels & Stories

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.

A woman with short hair who was sitting one row in front then smiled at her. "Please don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that because I don't like them," Amber said with panicked face. She was worried that her plans to improve her image would be ruined by one carelessness. Instead of taking it seriously, the woman in the navy blue dress chuckled. After waving her palm gracefully, she said, “Sorry. I am just kidding." A second later, she got up from the chair and moved next to Amber. "I'm Katniss Johnson. Nice to meet you in person, Miss Lim.”

The girl inquires, her tone dripping with condescension. Turning around, I find myself facing the dismissive gaze of the girl. "I'm here to see President Johnson." The words have barely left my mouth, when she cuts me off; "Oh, do you have an appointment?" I can see that she won't let me off easily, and I walk towards the desk, replying; "Yes, I do." "Then tell me your name, and I'll check the system." "Ashley Waverly." I reply tersely. But within a few moments, the girl looks up from the screen with a mocking smile and says,

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.

’ I couldn’t make out Asher’s reply because I’d already opened the front door and my head now rang with the excited chatter of Cassidy and Breyona. The cheerful blonde of the two toted in what looked like a kit full of nail supplies and make-up, while Breyona held up two bottles of the dark-colored whiskey Giovanni and Asher often drank. The maple and teak finish were still growing on me, but for Breyona it was an instant favorite.

I have two daughters, one fifteen, one fourteen. Please, James Thorne. *** Dear James Thorne, We have considered your application. Unfortunately, you have been declined. Sincerest apologies, Alpha of Desire. *** Your Royal Highness, Alpha of Desire, I'm applying again... Sometimes I believe you don't actually pick anyone from my part of town. Maybe the newly appointed Alpha Asher will select me and my daughters. I am still a father, balancing three jobs now, with two daughters, one seventeen, and one eighteen.

Everyone cheered and clapped, Irina smiled brightly with a hint of pride in her gaze. "Next up, is the couples' vote of thanks." - the Mc clapped, smiling as he passed the microphone over to Irina. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's an honor and as well a pleasure to be here with you today....... celebrating my two years anniversary with the man i love..... Jason Smith." - Her dress shimmered under the light, her waist lengthed red hair falling down her shoulders like waves.

"She didn't want to be a bother. I understand what she's thinking. She's afraid you'd get upset seeing her, but at the same time, she hopes she can help you. She's a very kind woman." Not only that, but Amber also feared that her resemblance to Alyssa might cause Jasper pain and discomfort. As such, since arriving at the presidential office, she had quietly helped out, keeping her presence as unnoticeable as possible.

she says with a kind of sneer that takes all of my considerable willpower not to smack off her smug pretty face. Amber has a perfect twenty-something body, thin and fit, with no gray hairs and not a wrinkle to be seen. I bet she can get out of bed on a cold morning without a single creak in her joins. When she falls down, she likely can jump right back up like nothing happened.