Amber's Story Novels & Stories

Mia emphasizes on each word and Amber nods cowardly, Mia leaves the bar and walks deeper into the crowd. Amber reaches for her phone in her white jacket, she drunkenly dials Liam's contact and it rings. "Hello." Liam speaks first. "Am I speaking with the loser, Liam?" Amber swallows hardly. "Where are you?" Liam asked over the phone. His voice pervade nothing but anxiety. "I'm drowning myself on sweet liquors since I lost my virginity to a dangerous man... No, my benefactor." Amber said bluntly with a loud voice and the barman shakes his head in disbelieve, he gives her some privacy. Unfortunately, she couldn't control herself anymore.

As soon as she gets out of her car she was ambush by the beautiful lady that she served in the restaurant with her Jace. "Boy,was I so glad to see you. I'm hoping and praying I will see you her today. And my prayers were definitely answered," she talked to her non-stop. Amanda doesn't know how to respond to her. She doesn't have a tiniest bit of idea what is going on. She's already late. And this lady talking to her in the parking lot is making every matter worsed. "Excuse me ma'am but can we just talk about anything later after my shift? As it is, I am already late," she responded looking at the time on her watch.

“It’s fine, Marshall. You have done well. Make sure all of this is untraceable to you or me.” Amber freezes in shock as she tries to make sense of what she has just heard. It sounded like he burnt a family alive, to the ground? It all seemed very mafia-like. She panicked. ‘I am just a small town girl, I’m too young to be associated with the mafia…’ she thinks to herself. She decides to back away slowly and steps right into Damien…well, actually, his broad chest. Damien starts in surprise. “What are you doing hiding behind that shelf?” he asks. “I…err…I wanted to pick up …” Amber looks around desperately for an excuse, “...a pack of Tylenol, for you!”

The Beautiful 24 years old Amber Curt was always an easy target cause of her kind nature, often misused by people who like to extort others, her life has never been easy, raised by a father who drinks with all his money and never paid much attention to his two daughter, Amber and Anna usually fend for themselves but even Anna made life difficult for Amber when she became addicted to gambling and would often bring thousands of debt home for her to clear, Amber needed a more stable and better paying job if she was to survive, she got an interview at Son's empire through her friend’s help and got the job where she met.....

"she just… kicked me out." "Fuck. What happened? I thought things were working out for you two." "It was. I guess." Damon paused, nodding to the bartender as his drink arrived. He took a quick gulp before continuing. "The kids asked me to tell them the story of how I met their mother. So I did. I kept it simple, nothing intense." He exhaled shakily. "But I think it must've been hard for Amber. She got up and walked out of the room, left me there with the kids."

“Agreed. Let’s make this legit. Pinky promise. And no crossing your fingers behind your back either.” Amber couldn’t help but giggle as the chef held his pinky out to her. She hooked it with her own. She hadn’t made a pinky promise since she was like ten. The night she was sworn to secrecy by her older foster sister when Amber caught her sneaking back into the house at four a.m. A few nights later, the girl slipped out the window for the last time and never came back. She was later found dead in a gutter. Some secrets were best not kept after all. But for now, secrecy was the best policy. Amber looked forward to the day when the story broke on the news, the downfall of The Van Tessin crooke

It was also his way of thinking of her. Amber lost in the first few rounds. In the blink of an eye, she had downed four shots of cognac. The bitter alcohol flowed down her throat, giving her a burning sensation all the way to her heart. It was like her insides had been ignited by a fireball. Beads of sweat began to form on Amber's forehead. She felt as if her stomach was twisting in pain. All these years, she had been helping Jameson to seize power and carve a name for himself in his career. She had sacrificed her everything for him. All she had left now was her worthless life.

he tells her Amber becomes a little uncomfortable at the mention of her twin sister, “I don’t know the full details, as I was in hospital at the time, waiting for a heart donor. My Mum doesn’t like talking about it too much as it was a difficult time for her. I was ill, Dad died of a massive heart attack suddenly and then my sister died in a traffic accident. I don’t like to bring it up as I know its upsetting for her to remember those dark times” Amber explains

But you deserve to know. Amber. I stared at the letter; the words blurring as tears welled in my eyes. My hands trembled as I held the delicate paper, the weight of Amber’s confession pressing down on me like a stone. The story was horrifying, a tale of betrayal, manipulation, and unimaginable loss. And at the heart of it all… me. My existence was born of a tragedy I had never fully understood until now. A rush of emotions surged through me - anger, sorrow, confusion. My mother. My father. The aunt who had hidden the truth. The aunt who had caused it all. Andromeda. Always Andromeda.

“Okay, start with School, is everything going okay with your classes?” “Well, that is where it started.” Amber gives her dad a count of events that had happened. From the issue with Henry’s family, Henry’s hospitalization, the encounter she had at the lot in her old neighborhood, the dreams (which she edited out the erotic stuff of course), and then the letter she got this morning form the Royal Families Committee.