Amber's Story Novels & Stories

“How rude. I’m only five!” Goddamn it… my chest clenched even harder. This is Amber’s mini-me. ***** The limousine glided down the road leading to the outer ring of the city—and Hansel’s kindergarten. Inside, I was having a hard time concentrating on the stories the little guy was telling me because all I could think of was the vast amount of details I could get about Amber from this little bank vault. But where do I start? How do I… weave it in? I cleared my throat and began, “So your mother tells you bedtime stories every night. About the silver wolf.”

“I know that you do. But you also need to know when to back off.” “Sorry. I wasn’t born with that switch.” I said. “Oh my goddess. Amberly, don’t get yourself thrown in the dungeon.” “I can’t promise anything.” I said, staring off into space.

He couldn’t help but wonder. He clenched his fist angrily and closed his eyes as he tried hard to absorb his anger, so he wouldn’t end up doing what he would end up regretting. He closed his eyes in pain the moment he remembered the way his men died because they were ambushed without them knowing or preparing for anything like that. AMBER’S POV “Stop!!” I cried as blood gushed out of my body. I was in a dark cage, it was so dark that I couldn’t even see my neighbor until I got my attacker “Bellamy”

She turned her gaze to Amanda, her eyes apprehensive and vulnerable. "Alpha Amanda," Amber began, her voice soft but tinged with an underlying turmoil. "There's something I need to tell you." Amanda's brows furrowed with concern, and she leaned in slightly, her full attention focused on Amber. "What is it, Amber?" Amber hesitated, her fingers tracing an absent pattern on the edge of the table. "I... I've been keeping something from you, something that has been weighing heavily on my mind." Amanda's expression shifted from curiosity to a gentle understanding. She reached out and rested her hand atop Amber's, a silent gesture of support. "Amber, you know you can talk to me about anything. What

It was a pity she wasn't human. “Why are you doing this to me?” Amber spoke in a hushed voice. She was thirsty and found it hard to form words. But she wasn't going to beg her captors for anything. She made the mistake on the first day and drank water, only to discover it was drugged. Amber discovered it too late, having started to hallucinate during their interrogation. It was that day she had a conversation with Yuri. Unknown to her Hope was the paramedic who was brought in to tend to her wounds and recognized the name. “If you tell me what you are, I promise you to stop the pain,” Salem stopped what he was doing and lifted her chin to look into her eyes. His free hand cupped her c

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

he said with a laugh, "but that's not the point. She is just having a hard time accepting the truth." I shoved more fries in my mouth and cleaned the corners of my mouth with the napkin. "What do you mean?" Silver placed the box of pizza between us and took a slice, "Ever since Amber was a child she was being told that one day she will become Damien's soulmate. Now, imagine her response when she found out she was not the one for Damien. Amber was heartbroken but she also said that she would not mend with nature." I kept my eyes fixed on Silver, who took a small bite of the pizza while staring at the screen, the movie was long forgotten.

It was clear that the occupants of the cottage did not like her presence. “G-good evening, Sir. I’m so sorry to bother you." The woman suddenly became polite. With great difficulty, she tried to stifle her rumbling breath. “My name is Amber and I am not a bad person. I came to this country to meet Adam Smith. But as it turned out, I got cheated. My stuff was taken and I was abandoned in this frosty forest.” While clenching his jaw, the man brought his head closer to Amber. “I’ll ask again. Can't you read?"

Once Amber got to her apartment she threw her bag on her tiny blue comforter set and went into her cupboard that was close to her small sized mattress.H er apartment was tiny compared to Gregory's, it's been a week since she stopped talking to him or Lisa and she hasn't been the same, she had been going to work and messing things up that her boss, a middle aged man Henry had to give her some time off,but now it looked like she was not only taking some time off but she was going to have to quit because if Alek and his men mistakenly found out she was as good as dead.

he asked. Amber could feel the conversation between them going smoothly and she guessed he must be curious. She sniffed and raised her eyes a little. “I must have lost my mind for a second back there but, I think he deserved it,” she replied and when she did not hear him talk back, she said, “Father Aiden or whatever you call him, he is—was my history teacher when this place was still alive. We call him Mr. Evans and I guess the students loved him because of the stories he do read to us before the end of the class.” She looked up to see him staring at her while also listening and she continued, “He told us stories about your kind and would always tell us that everything he read in the book f