Amber X Eula Novels & Stories

“You have something to say.” “I always do,” Damen replied lightly. “Keith is predictable. That makes him dangerous in a different way. He doesn’t hide his desires well.” Lucien’s mouth thinned. “And you think the omega is behind it.” “I think,” Damen said, “that Leanne is more than she appears.” Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “Explain.” “She watches,” Damen continued. “She listens. And she whispers exactly what people want to hear. That kind of person doesn’t dream small.”

53 Alex As the car glided through the bustling city streets, Elena turned to me, her expression soft yet probing. “Alex,” she said quietly, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engine. “I know you’re grateful I dragged you out today, but this—this isn’t enough. You can’t just bury yourself in your room forever. What’s really going on?”

It didn’t move. “Locked.” Amelia looked down at the antique pocket watch still resting in her hand. Something about it felt… incomplete. She turned it over. Tiny engraved letters caught her eye. 317 → E7 “Ethan.” She held it up. “What’s E7?” His eyes darted to the steel door. Then to the old locking mechanism. Unlike the safety deposit box, this one had seven small brass buttons labeled A through G. Button E was worn. He smiled. “Your father loved puzzles.”

said Leo. Amber snorted, “That’s what makes them so good babe. That side of E.Coli and fecal matter.” “Let’s just please make this quick. All this smoke isn’t good for the baby. Or anyone with lungs.” Amber and Leo ignored all the side eyed looks they got the way to the counter. Amber also almost beat a bitch down who got too friendly with Leo real quick. Despite having Amber at his side, the bleached blonde, meth sored tramp, asked Leo if he wanted to buy her a drink then grabbed his ass.

CHAPTER 8 "TODAY, we have reached level three of our Suicide Cup Event. Your points will determine if you are going to stay... or be eliminated. Good luck, contenders! The Domina will show you the score board later. Relax and be prepared." Just like that, the speaker went off. I put my bottle of water down and sat on the bench. Eula isn't here which is very odd. She didn't send me a text nor did she visit my house. I wonder where that witch went. She just have to make sure that it's important or else I'm gonna skin her alive.

I say to him. Aylon. Yes, it feels right. It feels like destiny. Eamon smiles at me before grabbing a pen from his desk. He writes in big, bold script on the page: “Aylon Auburn, Pack BloodyMoon’s official Beta.”

"One day, Grace, karma is going to come for you and there won't be anyone to save you from it. No one to turn to because you've burned every bridge to ashes and can't even apologize." He scowled shoving the popsicle in his mouth. It was already melting as if the inside of his mouth was a furnace. He tipped his head back trying to drink the melting liquid. "Amira," Eason said. "If you would, bring Alpha Wolfe her laptop so she can contribute something but more fuck ups to all this?" Amira slipped out of the door as Eason glared at me. "Sit in a fucking chair." I didn't move for a second, but soon after, Amira came back with her laptop and mine.

Amber doesn't seem to see my pain, she's grumpy. “It is because you are my daughter that I give you this opportunity. Although Marcus Johansen is a bad guy, he is a billionaire and the CEO of Citus. With your rubbish drawings, you won't be able to meet a man like that no matter how hard you work. Ernesta, this is what you owed Eulalia, it's only natural that you pay it now." “I owe Eulalia? What do I owe her? From childhood to adulthood, she was superior to me in everything, even the only cookie in the box you give her. What do I owe her?"

The question is what. "Mr. Greyson." Elena approaches us directly, her smile sharp as a blade. "How lovely to see you at your own establishment. And you must be Amanda. I've heard so much about you." Amanda's posture shifts—chin up, shoulders back. The street kid is gone, replaced by the woman I've been training. "I don't believe we've met." "Elena Colombo." She extends her hand. "My father does business with Mr. Greyson occasionally."

Alexa’s smirk had a degree of confident disdain, as she strode into the living room, meeting Elda who was perched on the sofa with the wary stillness of a cat. "What are you doing here?" Alexa calmly said as she sat down, sipping the tea she had poured herself tea from the kettle. She didn't bother to serve some to Elda as she didn't visit her to have a feast of tea. "I.... I have something that can ruin Susan,” Elda took a deep breath before she said that. She had already planned out everything. First, she would sell the video recording to Alexa then as the chaos intensifies, she would use the money to quietly slip out of the country and start her new life with a new identity.