Amber Russell Novels & Stories

She and I had always been very close, and that hadn't changed as she'd begun to grow into a beautiful young woman. She was beautiful indeed. Her mom was Russian born, and unbelievably gorgeous, but very slender in the way that most Eastern European women are. Sasha (short for Alexandra in the Russian tradition) had her mother's golden locks and light brown eyes, but she was a little shorter, and bigger in the hips and chest. She looked better in a bikini than most of the girls you see on magazine covers.

Alpha Asher's voice was rough and commanding, "My men will be going around the room to help with your techniques." "Lola." His deep voice pulled me from my explicit thoughts. Mason gave me a sympathetic look, while Breyona smirked. I walked over to Alpha Asher, my heart thumping in my chest. My heart nearly stopped entirely when Chelsea twitched up to Alpha Asher. She was wearing a sports bra that must've been four sizes too small. Her bre*sts were nearly popping out of the low cut tank top she wore. Her shorts were hiked up so high the bottoms of her b*tt cheeks poked out.

"Bitch better than me! How is she better than me?!" This time Rae had apparently had enough of being insulted. She leaned over the table, closer to me as she stared Stephanie dead in the eyes and I could see that her normal blue-gray eyes were now ice-blue indicating her wolf's presence. "She is the Gamma female, she is the Beta female and my best friends!" She pointed to both Sam and Paulette without breaking eye contact. Then she points to herself. "As for me, well, this bitch, just happens to be the future Luna and Alpha Braxton's mate! I am better than you because I actually care about people and not who I can fuck to gain more power!"

the smallest voice shouted through the house. “ oh I didn’t know you were going to have company grams.” she sighed blowing on her hands as she walked into the kitchen She is short about my sister's height at a strong 4 '11. Her hair is strawberry red, curly and puffy like a cotton ball. Pale skin and pink full lips with the brightest nordic blue eyes. Her cheeks are flushed red along with her hands and button nose. Without even thinking twice, I got up from my seat grabbing the blanket that was thrown on the back of the couch, rushing back to the kitchen and wrapping it around her little body.

"I don't mind the visit but know that I won't change my mind." I nodded in comprehension. The movement of a familiar silhouette walking through the restaurant's door captured my attention. I focused my line of sight on her and groaned in exasperation. My day couldn't get worse. Having to sit near Sebastian for more than an hour and praying not to poke his eyes out was exhausting. Pollen waved at someone in the room before her eyes fell on me. She was wearing a black strapless dress and low heels. The clicking of her heels echoed as she made her way to us.

"Nope, I came to look for Chris Evans.....is he here?" Anna laughed and dragged her friend back to the bed making them sit sided by side. "You seem to be in a good mood...." Amber said with a warm smile on her face. She had gone through numerous tracings in her life and the only person she could show herself to, and be real to was this younger girl in front of her..... "I have just been granted permission to leave. Eve said that I do jot have to resume my duties immediately. Amber smiled, it already been so long since she heard such good news.

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

She stated. “It’s only pissing you off because they didn’t tell you. And you’re jealous.” She added. I’m not jealous. I’m just looking out for her. “That’s what you’re telling yourself,” Mom tells me, like she’s in my head, hearing my thoughts. Ainsley is only sixteen and childbirth can be complicated for girls at that age. I don’t want to be responsible for anything that would happen to her. “She’s a werewolf. She can handle anything. And she has you by her side to protect her. Jayden has proven to be a good and loyal mate to her.” Mom says, again, listening to my thoughts.

piece on a national network. The ticker at the bottom of the screen read: 'ROMANO DYNASTY SECURED: ELENA RUSSO REVEALS SECRET PREGNANCY.' My heart didn't just break; it felt like it had been hollowed out with a rusty spoon. There she was. Elena Russo was sitting on a plush velvet sofa in some high-end studio, wearing a soft blue dress that clung to a tiny, rounded bump. She was dabbing at her eyes with a silk handkerchief, looking like the perfect, graceful victim of a tragic love story.