Amber's Story Novels & Stories

I heard my mate's voice through the phone. We're taking turns staying with Kenedi, she can't be left alone, not even for a second she's depressed, she's sad, she's feeling all alone, heaven has kicked her out again after her wing injury, an angel that can't fly isn't one that they need or could use, they cut all ties with her, breaking her baby heart again. "Amber," I answer the phone. "Where are you?" she asks me in a cold voice. "I'm busy," I answer her in the same cold voice, she knows where I'm, I'm in the basement of a safe house, entertaining our guest.

She stands, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she smiles. “If you kill me, you will never find out, if you torture me, you will never find out, because I don’t know where she is, and if anything happens to me, your precious Grace dies,” Amber says and I shake my head gripping her hair and pulling her face close to mine as George gasps and Frank’s eyes and mouth widen.

Until she mentioned going home, it didn't occur to me that I should go get them. "So, what happened to Amber?" Anxious for Amber's news, I continued to ask. "She is in a coma.” "Oh, lord!” “I heard from good sources that she broke her spine and had her legs crushed. I don't think that was a mugging. I think she was targeted." Emilia whispered earnestly. “I wonder whose boyfriend he tried to steal this time around." I felt chilled. That scene played in my head again. Those men appeared ruthless, but I never thought Amber's injuries would be that severe. Huracio crippled her just to warn me? I became more scared.

“Let Amber tell me what happened to her, then the rest of you can tell me what you saw. Amber?” Tears started rolling down Amber’s cheeks. “I’m not sure,” she began. “We were tubing on the Sycamore River, and we got to this corner with a big eddy and were just kind of splashing each other. All of a sudden, something hit me from underneath. I went up in the air, and when I came back down, I hit the water and went under, and then that is when I felt something huge swim by me, and it cut my leg,” she said, bursting into tears.

he threatened coldly, making her flinch “But in the end, that was the only good thing you gave me, in a way. The night I conceived my daughter with the woman I love.” “You… You can try to accuse me of whatever you want.” Amber stuttered, as if she was completely deaf to the last thing he had said “It's been almost six years! You won't find anything! And, even if you find… It was mother who planned and executed everything!” she swallowed hard “All I did was stay in my room, in my bed. This is not a crime…!” “Shut up, Amber!” Alice cut her off, her anger boiling in her chest “And go away before I regret not giving you what you deserve. But tell Kendra that, if she wants to find out what it's r

She sniffles, tears cascading down her face. "Amb-" I start, only to have her push me out of her room before slamming the door in my face. Fuck. What have I done? Amber's P.O.V God, he's so bipolar! One minute we're happy, the next we're yelling at each other. I shake my head in disappointment as more tears start to fall, causing quiet sobs to escape my lips. "I can't believe I actually thought he was being sincere." I murmur to myself as my lip began to quiver.

Miller said in a sick sing a song voice. Amber looked at the blank screen with pain. She cannot kill Samuel. She raised him with her hands from the day he was born. She love that little boy so much. She cannot willing harm him. But at the same time, she cannot let someone else kill her brother. Her brother and her mother are the only family members left for her to live for. She couldn't decide what to do. Miller has been blackmailing her for a couple of days now. She looked at Samuel with guilt and sadness.

I used to think of Hanna as a perfect embodiment of ultimate women in the New Eden; voiceless, always smiling, never angry to her man, has a banging hot body, and very accommodating fuck doll, --Everything a man could ever wanted. “I’m sorry.” Putting my hand around her shoulder. That’s all I could do. "That's alright," she forces a smile, putting her hand over mine. "It was forever ago Amber. I'm happy now." She lies. "I didn't tell you this to earn your pity. I don't want that. I don't need that. I'm not a victim. I just want you to know, when I say I understand you, I really do. I know what you feel, because I have been there. But you don't have to go through all of this alone Amber. I'm

She and Amber grew closer as the hours passed and their lips never seemed to stop moving, much to the surly billionaire’s chagrin. But Amber loved every fucking minute of her company, got satisfaction from the flushed cheeks or aggravated sighs from Grayson that his mother’s stories often caused. And she had the best stories indeed. Amber would tuck herself into the armchair by Leo’s bed and listen to Viola spill all the embarrassing anecdotes, often laughing until she peed herself a little. The stories were worth pure gold. Even though Leo often made an appearance in them, the chef never seemed to get embarrassed by their retelling and often added juicy details of his own. He seemed to enjo

That's when she let out a loud sob. "How did he do this to me?" She cried. It's like a recorded scenario that keeps haunting her mind. She sat weakly on the floor. She hugged his knee while crying wholeheartedly. "Dark Indigo raped me." Amber spent almost an hour crying in the bathroom. If only Dindi didn't knocked on the door she wouldn't have thought of coming out. When she came out of the bathroom she immediately get dressed. She just grab the first one she saw in the closet. She wore a gray on-the-knee dress with short sleeves. She seemed to have lost her appetite that's she just instructed Dindi to return the food.