Amber Russell Novels & Stories

But well, for now, she might have her half-felt thanks for saving her from Anastasia's usual psycho tantrums. "Enough of your silly side games Asia. This is serious business !" Amber screeched. Her tiny voice is her trademark. She would definitely recognize it anywhere in the midst of a large ground. Amber like the name implies, is tranquil, beautiful, meekness, and radiant; Amber only passed the test for one, which is...apparently beauty plus her voice that mingled perfectly well with her unmatched beauty. The rest is a big zero! Anastasia chuckled and hide the knife at her side and duck her head in shame like a child being reprimanded by its mother.

She must be Catrin's grandma. "Then summer will be fine." She dipped her chin. "Yes," I muttered. Her soft eyes drifted over my shoulder. "Maximo Russo Moretti. Finally, I got to meet..." Dad cleared his throat, his gaze set on grandma. Grandma looked at him, something passed between them. Her gaze swiped over me before turning to Russo. "The youngest billionaire." She changed the topic. "Hello, Mrs Bourne." Russo said, taking a long step forward, he landed a soft kiss on her both cheeks. "So nice to meet you." He muttered.

Afterward, she headed to the sink and washed her hands. "Congratulations on your engagement," a voice said beside her. Amelia turns her sunset eyes to the voice. A girl with blonde hair was smiling as she congratulated her. The girl had features befitting of a model. She was undoubtedly beautiful. There was an air of elegance and confidence around her that complimented her face. "Thank you" Amelia replied as she thought that the girl in front of her was really beautiful. "My name is Calia Rostell. Nice to meet you, Amelia" Calia said and offered her hands.

She pressed the green button. “Hello, good evening madam.” The tiny female voice made her ears twitch for a second. She sat up and cleared her throat, “Hi. Good evening. How are you doing?” “I’m fine madam. I hope I’m speaking with the owner of The Glitz Fashion Home?” “Yes.” “I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.”

the brunette said nudging Roman who gave him a death stare. “good morning princess, sorry theses idiots are here, these are Harry and Elijah” Harry was a brunette with green eyes while Elijah was hazel eyed with tattooed skin. “guys, this is Camila” “she looks good and I’m sure she’s also good in...” Harry started to say but he was cut off by Roman digging his eyebrow into his stomach. Harry fell to the ground with a dramatic groan and Elijah rolled his eyes. I chuckled.

Whereas I always loved the system of high school. Aiden and I were never close. He was a closed-off child. But I and Amar were close after our mother's death. Amar was devastated but Gisele and his daughter helped him through and he also knew he had to be strong for us. Crystal slept in my lap so I offered to carry her to her room and Brenna left now that I was home. She was 2 and heavy for a child her age but we loved her so much. We all spoiled her rotten. And even Aiden loved her.

# 2) Little Angelic OBSESSION ❤️ Hello Everyone! My name is AMRUTA Chase Miller. You can call me Amee. I'm a super talented and unparalleled cutielicious five-year-old girl who is loved by everyone. Their eyes widened and their faces bloomed like a flower whenever anyone saw me and expressed my sincerity towards their love. I will send kisses to them. I know I'm cute and beautiful. So no need to fight. I don't like partiality that's why I love and care for everyone.

Tucker’s P.O.V Amber was 21-years-old when we met. She was a petite and beautiful Native American with light brown skin. Her 5’5”, 110 pound, body was crowned with a silky dark brown mane of straight hair that reached halfway down her slender back. Her dark brown eyes were captivating, as were her breasts. Her tits were small but very firm. They needed no support from a bra. Therefore, Amber seldom wore one. Without a bra, her soft nipples made a definite impression on her blouse, and me.

Just like the men, I stare at her completely captivated. Irina Obraztsov was the first friend I made in America. She’s a year older than me and immigrated from Russia to pursue a singing career. She is one of the most confident, self-assured women I’ve ever met. She can come off as abrasive, and harsh, but she’s just got a zero-tolerance policy for bullshit – or what she deems bullshit. She’s not everyone’s cup of tea but considering everyone in West Hollywood is either lying or kissing someone’s ass, her direct – and at times brutal – honesty, is a breath of fresh air.