Amber Russell Novels & Stories

Leaning against Alexander's chest, she blinked and asked, "Why does he think he can be compared to Roslyn? Are there many girls with both talent and beauty like Roslyn in the world?" Alexander chuckled silently, gently kissing Amber's forehead. His gaze seemed a bit trance-like. Talent and beauty combined, with intelligence and strategic prowess. Of course, there were girls like that, but there was indeed one who could match Roslyn, or perhaps even exceed her. That was Callie Xanthos.

Her black hair was beautifully styled and she looked elegant for a first timer. Rosetta Miller.

"He might not show it to you or perhaps you don't want to accept it but sooner or later you will realize that I'm saying the truth" She held Aurora's hand, "That's why I'm not in support of you and Matteo anymore." Aurora stared at her, "You have said so much in such a short time over this.I still have more to share with you so for now put that aside" "Tell me," Amber requested as she cut a slice of the cake "It's Mr Russel this time.He wants me as his P.A" "Why?" "Something about the former not being competent?" she shrugged "But the good thing is he's agreed to pay thrice my salary"

Crystal was getting dressed. "Psst!" Crystal was startled and turned round. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw it the Duchess. "You've got to stop doing that." Crystal said airily as she styled her long hair to a bun. "I've got to stop doing what?" Rebecca chuckled, "Entering your room unannounced?" "Yes. And scaring me like that." Crystal added. "Well, I should apologize. Don't I?" Rebecca said playfully. "Yes, you should." Crystal answered airily.

"Like my wife said, we're happy to be here and are very grateful to be welcomed in such a good manner. As most of you know, I am Basha Siromani, and this is our daughter, Annabelle Ameera Siromani." Annabelle looked sort of annoyed when her dad called her Ameera but she covered it immediately. I wondered why, Ameera is a cute name. That was when I was able to take a good look at her. To say she looked stunning would be an understatement. Unlike the other girls, she wore something simple. It was just a plain navy blue dress that reached her ankles. Her jewelry wasn't shiny and she didn't have her glasses on. Annabelle gave a small wave and smiled after her dad introduced her.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

Putting on my black high heels I give myself a last check before heading downstairs as I hear the first cars arriving. Arriving quietly behind my parents as they welcome the first couple – Alpha Zachary and Luna Rachel from the Blood Moon Pack, I step beside my father in time to shake Alpha Zachary’s and Luna Rachel’s hands. My mother and father give me a stern look, acknowledging my close to late arrival. I smile and continue with some small talk with Luna Rachel as Alpha Jackson continues speaking with Alpha Zachary and his Beta Sam. Luna Rachel is a beautiful woman. With her blond hair, brown eyes, and petite frame she is clearly the light in Alpha Zackary’s eyes.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

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