Amber Stark Novels & Stories

I entered inside the small office to see a lady sitting at the front desk named Sherry. "May I help you?' She aked politely. "Um yes, I m here to answer the ad for the housekeeping position?" I said trying to sound confident. "Ah yes, let me get Mr. Baxter in here." After she called him, Mr. Baxter came out he was a big man, wit ha big belly and a smoker's breath. He looked tired, his eyes red and watery, his hair and mustache all greasy like. He reeked of sweat and cigarette and I couldn't stand the smell of him. However, I was here to get hired for a job that I desperately needed, so I ignored it and followed him into his office which was also smelled like a disgusting barn. "You are here

December 2nd Four days later Haden and Lia had spent three nights in their new home with no trouble. She said he was frustrated by the situation and constant surveillance and continually in a bad mood but she was optimistic everything was going to be alright. Amber's funeral had happened on the last day of November which was the first time either Leo or I had seen Blair since she died. He could hardly look at his Alpha and Leo left before the wake, feeling like he was only making the day more difficult for Blair.

There was a plate attached to it with the words Supervisor carved on it in bold letters. Getting to it, I tapped lightly. A deep voice replied from the inside telling me to go in. I opened the door to see a man behind a desk. He was wearing a grey suit. His skin was a light chocolate and he was spotting a low cut. A wide line of perfectly shaped beards framed his jaw. When he raised his head, his lips were a light pink. It didn't take time to know he's a black. A very good looking one at that. "Good morning. I'm Kristen Morgan. I applied for an internship here and was accepted".

A pulse hammered at the base of her throat, small and fast, before she crushed it flat. “You’re the man who doesn’t go through doors he doesn’t own,” she said. Voice low. Smoke with bite. “You’re Amber.” “Depends who’s asking.” “Ryan Carter.” No flinch. Either she didn’t care or she was very good at pretending. She crossed her arms, the robe gapped higher on her thigh. “You pulled me off my set. Expensive.” “I’ll pay for your two minutes.” “My minutes cost more than most men’s egos.”

Amber winked at her and said, “My treat!” Amber was a redhead attorney with curly long hair. She had gray eyes and pale skin. She was equally an attractive woman in her early thirties, but unlike Scarlett, Amber was a lot thinner. Scarlett, at least, had curves in all the right places. Since Amber’s employment with the Longhills And Hogans Associates, she had her eye on Kaleb Wright. Between the Wright brothers, Kaleb was in charge of the corporate documents. That was how she came to know the man.

The girl playing hopscotch across the street reminds me of how determined Amanda was to take down her fathers' empire, who has hurt many people. I glance up and take a look at my surroundings and see so many things that just scream Amanda to me. The whole reason I even asked for a table outside is because I'm not allowed to smoke inside, and because being outdoors makes me feel like she is still with me. The view of this urban diner is a beautiful ocean with waves that any surfer would enjoy. The fresh and salty smell of the beach reached me the moment I stepped outside. The softest breeze hits my face as I close my eyes and reminisce one of my favorite memories. ***

Alpha Damien stormed towards the person he hated most in the world—Ariel. He wanted to torture her, torture her so much that, she would feel pain that, even he, had never felt before. He wanted to punish and torture her to the extent that, she would beg him to kill her. Likewise, he wanted her to feel a pulsing type of pain never experienced before, so much that his heart ached, and he felt a blinding anger taking over him, consuming his whole body.

He was a bastard who deserved a beating. “Shh…... it is okay now darling. You don’t have to go anywhere. I am back. I have come back.” Ashton consoled patiently. He was not a patient person, but with Maya, he showed his most patient and gentle side.

I muttered, wiping at my face and trying to blot out the wine. The door suddenly opened again. I thought it was Julie—but no. Amethyst Ambrose. A singer, model, and the owner of a fashion brand. Famous. Pretty. She leaned casually against the sink, lit a cigarette, and gave me a smirk. “That bitch, huh?” she said, exhaling smoke. “I’m impressed you didn’t punch her. If I were you, I’d have slammed her face into the floor and cleaned up the mess she made.” I gave her a tired look. “Well, I’m not really the type to cause a scene. Accidents happen, Miss Ambrose.”

Tara The moment we step into Amber’s, every instinct I have goes on high alert. It's subtle, but unmistakable, a lull in conversation, the way heads pivot just a fraction too long. I feel eyes on us, and not in a friendly, welcome-to-the-neighborhood kind of way. Ash, of course, looks like he belongs on the cover of some luxury lifestyle magazine. Effortless. Debauched. Smug. The smirk he slides across the room is pure velvet, the kind that says, I own this place, you just don’t know it yet.