Amber Russell Novels & Stories

"Why is it so important to you?" Valerina glared at me with those big blue eyes. "I'm leaving," she said and began to get up, but I pulled her back by the wrist. "Alright if you must," I said and turned to look at her directly. "I am the youngest daughter of Czar Nicolas Romanov. My name is Anastasiya Nikolaevna Romanova, and I am a Grand Duchess and Imperial Princess of Russia."

Grumbled the career woman in her heart. The only daughter of the couple, Arnold Laurens Verz and Amber Natasya Loght resumed activities that had been delayed for a moment while holding back all the chaotic feelings that had been raging in her heart. When all was done, the girl who has a height of one hundred and seventy-five centimeters put her smartphone in another bag and as soon as possible left with both bags.

I said a short prayer, took a deep breath and started recording, “Hi everyone, my name is Chelsea Star Ambers, daughter of Mr and Mrs Giovanni Ambers. You may know me as Mrs Chelsea Rutherford but fortunately, that’s not who I am anymore. I am who I have always been. Chelsea Star Ambers. I am making this video today, Sunday, to tell the world everything it needs to know about the Rutherfords.

Not the work phone. The screen lights up. A plain background. No clutter. No apps scattered around. His phone, like everything else in his life, is too neat. Too quiet. He swipes up and taps into the gallery. Not much there. A few screenshots. Some renovation pics from the house. A couple of meeting slides. But then—there it is. Tucked away near the bottom. Amanda. She’s wearing a black dress. Formal, but playful. Her shoulders bare. Her eyes lit up. Around her neck is a deep red necklace. Ruby. Flashy. Big. Maybe too big.

“Alpha Romanov told us that he didn’t want you doing it.” “I don’t need to listen to what your Alpha says,” I said arrogantly. “And yet, he has called us telling us that you agreed to it.” Yelena said, raising an amused eyebrow. I rolled my eyes and watched as the maid walked toward the vase as she started to clean the mess up. I looked out the window and found myself raising an eyebrow. Outside, the morning was bright despite the cold. Snow covered the grounds, and for the first time since I arrived I realized I had never actually seen much of Romanov territory.

AUTHORS QUOTE: Twinkle, Twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are. Have you wondered what you are? Don't judge others without checking your last footprint. The music "Perfect by Ed Sheeran" plays calmly on the background as Amber step into Ramada Plaza, on a white sandal-like wedge heels, black mini sleeveless Rosie Asuolin dress, black midi handbag, her hair were properly gathered with beautiful hairpins, and a warm applied makeup; with confident strides she approached the reserve table as the waitress ushers her in.

Amy was right though, she is an A-list actress in hollywood, she was sure Araceli had met some of this A list actors and actresses in Hollywood. "The island, Doctor Strange, she got other classics," Amy listed off her head. "Yeah, you are right. She's pretty much a big shot in the Hollywood industry and true, she has an androgynous style which I find really attractive," Rachel admitted. She actually bore some similarities to Amy too, like her fashion sense and body stature, they both also had platinum blonde hair too. "You guys kinda look alike though, only you got aqua eye iris and a more bubbly persona, she looks depressed as fuck," Rachel observed, scrolling through her pictures and ignor

I muttered, wiping at my face and trying to blot out the wine. The door suddenly opened again. I thought it was Julie—but no. Amethyst Ambrose. A singer, model, and the owner of a fashion brand. Famous. Pretty. She leaned casually against the sink, lit a cigarette, and gave me a smirk. “That bitch, huh?” she said, exhaling smoke. “I’m impressed you didn’t punch her. If I were you, I’d have slammed her face into the floor and cleaned up the mess she made.” I gave her a tired look. “Well, I’m not really the type to cause a scene. Accidents happen, Miss Ambrose.”

The doors opened to the side, and Amber, dressed in a black bodycon dress, glided into the room elegantly with a rosewood box in her hand. Sheryl stared coldly at Amber, who resembled Alyssa.

"People do that nowadays?! I thought it was only in movies that it happened! " "I would kill to have that power. " "That's mean, you lied to her. " their eyes made contact and they both chuckled. Two faces entered the room and went to high-five Raïna and Edward. "Congratulations Raïna, I knew you could do it," Amy said without shame. "But aren't you the one who told me I could never make it in only a year? " Raïna asked, staring at Amy. "Same thing. " Amy crossed her arms and sat down. She was a cream blonde, short girl. Despite her cute looks and her warm personality, her words stang, and she never saw the world in pink, despite her glasses being pink.