Amberfield Life Is Strange Novels & Stories

Gregory looks at Craig. “Maybe you could drive us today, like our tour guide.” “No problem sir!” Craig throws the keys to him, and Jane's head runs three sixty degrees. “Are you two for real? How can you trust your life with someone you barely know?” “Who said I don't know him?” “Gregory!” “Yes, his name is Mark, what else do you think I need to know about him?” “I can't believe this, I will not let a stranger put my life in danger”

She'd lived that way for a while now and it had been great so far, nothing short of bliss, ecstasy and drunkenness that left her feeling wonderful. "I have to bring another man back" she told herself in front of the mirror, seemingly reaching a resolve. Ever since that stranger, she hadn't done the deed with anyone. Somehow, she felt attached to that strange man and it was exactly that sense of loyalty and commitment that she wanted to totally remove from her system and she was going to do so tonight. This was the new life she had chosen to live. Val turned to leave the room but suddenly, her head buzzed shortly and her view became hazy. She reached her hands to the sink for support but her

Fearing for her daughter Gnapika's safety, Ambika decided to confront Rajeev at his house, desperate to find answers about her daughter's whereabouts. However, this confrontation took an unexpected turn. As Ambika entered the house, she was struck by a series of flashbacks that revealed a shocking truth: Rudra, the man living in the house, was her husband in a past life, and Rajeev was their son. Ambika, who had lost her memories of this past life, was left reeling, uncertain of what to believe about her previous existence.

I wished I could look back at the way this began with fondness; maybe it would make the circumstances bearable, but waking in the bed of a stranger on the wrong side of town didn't lend itself to memories I wanted to cherish. But hell, neither did the day, that preceded the night, that changed my life.

After hearing the news that they had been attacked, Dane and Amber rushed outside the room. To their shock when they got to the hall, it was a slaughter house there. A lot of Danes people were laying dead or severely injured on the ground. It was horrible there, and Amber was terrified, she couldn't stay a second longer, as she was afraid she might lose her life just like the people she was seeing laying on the ground. With those thoughts in mind, Amber decided to use tbe back door to escape. She turned to run, but Dane abruptly gripped on her arm. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dane asked, confused about what she was doing.

That meant that she had to be as strange as him. Henry’s reputation for being strange started soon after the accident that had killed his parents. He had suffered brain damage and for a few years would blank out for large periods or twitch involuntarily. Kids are cruel. They didn’t understand what he had been through and so he was known as strange. And no one wants to hang around the strange kid so Henry ended up being by himself a lot. After a lot of psychical therapy Henry’s quirks had diminished mostly but he was still known as strange. His social isolation also made him awkward with people. So even though he was a perfectly decent man, in fact, more decent than other men, his society ref

Gabriel was as much my son and his grandson as the girls were, and if he couldn't bring himself to see things that way, he could carry his ass next door to Garret's place. I knew, of course, that my brother wasn't going to have that shit. He's the only one who'd stuck by us all those years, and for a while there, I thought Gabriel was going to follow him into the medical field. The little shit was always showing my kid some shit in his homemade lab that I just knew was going to blow the whole fucking neighborhood to shit one day, but thank fuck it never did because he would've taken my house along with him. He'd married his girl Amy, a no-nonsense type who keeps his ass in check, and they'd

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li

“You didn’t really think I’d go alone with you, did you? What if you’re a psycho who throws people off cliffs?” I blinked. “Excuse me?” “I read about it in the news. A girl went sightseeing with a stranger, and he pushed her off a castle wall. Turns out he had serious issues. Not saying you do,” she added quickly. “Just… I’ve been feeling paranoid lately.” “I’d never push you off a cliff, Amber.” “I’m relieved.”

Even when you think everything is going well something always tips the balance of things . When Salvatore called me ; I was annoyed , until he told me that it was about Cleo. When I arrived at his club the red brigade was there. There were ambulances and a police car to be exact and I was angst. As soon as I walked out the first person I saw at the back of the ambulance with a blanket over her was Amber. She looked okay; but it seemed like she was in shock . I stopped to check if she was okay. "Amber ?"