Amber's Story Novels & Stories

"W-What situation?" "She doesnt want to go home and get away from here because of a certain reason that we actually almost believe" "What is it?" He ask and Amber just look at me so I had to do the explanation. "Ahm, she keeps on searching for her daughter and we have a patient here which 15 years old and seems to be victim of violence, she was left chained inside an abandoned house and we found out that she has a speech problem so we really cant communicate with her through words but when your mother saw her, she suddenly get obssessed with her claiming she is her lost daughter and we almost believe that and then ask her to do a DNA testing to confirm it"

And most of all, Amber’s conversation with her grandmother had allowed her to open her mind and heart to him. Devlin took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before he began recounting the events that had unfolded within his company five years ago, right after Amber had left him. With a sincere and vulnerable tone, he shared the challenges and troubles he faced during that period, delving into the complexities of his professional life. Amber listened intently as she understood the significance of this moment and the trust he was placing in her by sharing everything with her.

Juanita placed both hands on her hips and her D-cup boobs shook as she spoke. I clenched my teeth before giving her a reply. “Of course not, Juanita.” My name was Amber, but she intentionally mispronounced it as Amberly. Some people are lucky to have bosses that give them peace of mind. But mine? She was always looking for a way to call me out and piss me off.

Her lips looked plump, and I wanted to kiss her so bad. Bryan, pay attention to the main thing. The waiter approached with a tray full of the special club drinks. I slipped him three hundred dollar bills and took all of the tray for myself. Downing a shot of whiskey, I grimaced, and then began. "I made Amber pregnant, you know who Amber is?" She looked at me cluelessly for a second, and then her eyes widened in realisation. "Wait, wait, is it Cameron's ex? Amber, the youtuber."

Her luggage rested beside the bed, unopened after the long trip. The letter instructed her to return to New York immediately and break off the engagement with the Winchester family. A bitter smile touched her lips. The same family that abandoned her now suddenly cared about her engagement? How ridiculous. Amber leaned back against the chair slowly, exhaustion weighing heavily on her body. She had only just left Mrs. Winters that morning. The woman who truly raised her. Years ago, when Amber turned twelve, she begged Mrs. Winters to take her back to the Shaw family. She still remembered how hopeful she felt that day, convinced her father would finally accept her again.

-Amber. Then Amber gave me my phone back. Facedown. She looked at me sternly. "Half an hour, now spill. Before I beat the truth out of you." Again, she said this calmly between drinking her Rosé. Angelica and Amanda were giggling beside me, waiting for me to spill. "...So, you actually told him about Bob, and he went berserk on you? While having sex?" Angelica was laughing at this. "So he's a Russian, a doctor with a driver and a conspicuous expensive-looking black SUV?" Amanda questioned me.

She waved goodbye, shut the car door gently, and watched as they drove off down the road at great speed, heading back toward their pack far from Everbite. Amber stood alone in the night air, wondering what to do with her life now. Perhaps she would pursue her perfume career and forget about love, since she couldn’t be with either of the mates the moon goddess had given her. Fighting back fresh tears after her encounters with Mason and Xavier, she lifted her eyes to the night sky, stars scattered like distant promises, before turning toward her house. She walked up the porch steps, opened the door, and stepped inside. The moment her feet touched the floor, a resounding slap struck her across

“Killing bad guys is fun. The light in her eyes changed to sadness. Ro was against this ‘work’; however, she understood our reasons. She took the big sister role for us. The pacifist of the family. The first to whom we all run when our asses get burnt. She was the first adopted. When she was about to be sold, Tamor interfered. He killed the seller; her husband. A witch and fae hybrid. A powerful gem. So many were after her butt. Although Ro was 20, the best decision was to make her a part of the family. You see no one was stupid enough to mess with Tamor to put their hands on her. Turned out, her husband killed her parents and tricked her into believing he was the good guy who tried his best

She pouted. "Mami, I don't care. All I know is I want you to pack our bags before I return." He snapped. "Someone is on his period" She whispered waving hand at the friendly receptionist. After packing the bags up, she opened the curtains. Looking at the busy street, she will miss taking tea while hussain is hugging her behind. She sighed softly, this is not how she wanted her vacation to end. She wanted to leave a memory behind and now all the memory she will leave behind, is that of her husband fighting his brother.

“Choked on my drink, that’s all.” “Careful. Don’t spill anything on the carpet,” I said. He scowled. “Funny.” They must have felt the tense energy between us, so Alex interrupted. “How is your new product going, Amanda?” “I am still working on it. I promise that this time it won’t fail. I am hoping to go somewhere tomorrow and get one last ingredient.” He was puzzled. “I thought you received it this morning.” “It’s a last-minute thing. I already called the place and Diego has agreed to come, right Diego?” I turned to him. His eyes bulged out of his face.