روايات وقصص ضمن Amberfield Life Is Strange

“Margaret Ashford has spent thirty years hosting charity galas. She’ll appreciate your authenticity.” Authenticity. The word sat strangely between them, considering how much of their relationship was performance. But Luna found herself nodding. “What should I know about them?” “James is a federal judge, semi-retired. Margaret runs the Children’s Arts Foundation. Their daughter, Claire, is a sculptor—she actually created the piece in the main foyer.” Grayson pulled into the mansion’s circular driveway. “They’re good people, Luna. You don’t need to perform for them.”

He almost looked… peaceful. I couldn't resist the urge to brush the damp strand of his hair on his forehead. His eyes opened just as I raised my hand to do just that. I stilled, my hand pausing mid-air. He gave me a confused look. “Elizabeth?” his voice sounded hoarse. He looked around. “Where… how?” “You fainted. I called for an ambulance and you were brought to the hospital” I said, my hand falling back to my side. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them. “You didn't have to,” he said weakly.

The instant the words left my mouth, the noisy chatter across the hall died into dead silence. Dozens of stares fixed on me at once, contempt and mockery and idle curiosity tangled together, heavy enough to smother. "Layla, if you're going to lose your mind, at least look around first. This auction is run by the Thorne family." Karina covered her mouth and giggled. "Your territory? Big words. Careful, or you'll come to a very ugly end before the night's out."

Somehow life is too bias on me. I thought I wouldn't wake up and it's okay. I firmly opened my eyes there. The white curtains sent chills down my spine. I grinned cooly as I divert my gaze on Ambre. "Why did you join there? Just present you medical certificate!" he said irritably.

Lisa said, sounding desperate. "Nothing Lisa,there's nothing you can do just live a good life and always be safe, maybe one day we can try this again I love you" Amber said ending the call and blocking her number immediately as she dropped the phone on the bed and stood up,she needed to fake her mind off the painful call she just had,this morning has just been weird and uneventful for her,she needed a break but she knew she was getting none until she was free from Alek,another person she didn't want to think of, sighing she wrapped a towel around her body as she headed for the bathroom to take a warm bath. ___________________________________________________

Ten minutes past already since the robbers entered the Mist. They lined al of us up and collected our phones. I had my burner phone with me and through it in the bag. Angela stood across from me with little one in her arms. Little one hid his face in her neck crying that he wants his papa. Everyone's looked down crying softly to them self, being scared to death of being killed. I looked at Angela and none of this affected her in anyway.She wasn't scared as the rest of the people. Angela is serrounded by danger.She lives a dangerous live, and this is nothing compared to when you go to war.

She asked nervously. Andrea didn't answer anything, turned off his laptop, called Uncle Antonio who and his children had returned to work, and took Amber by the hand who was bewildered. "Could you tell me what's going on?" It feels like we're running away from something. Andrea looked at her in the rearview mirror, his cheeks red, they weren't running away from anything, but rather they were going straight to the slaughterhouse. "Today you're going to meet Eva Laureti and her dead husband, they're home," Amber felt her body tense, she breathed heavily.

From shared smiles to lingering glances, they were like two strangers getting acquainted, oblivious to the extraordinary circumstances. As the day ended and Abigail retreated to her room, she reflected on this strange twist in her life. Her host was a kind and gentle man, his lifestyle a far cry from the rush of the city she was accustomed to. Their worlds were poles apart, yet there was a comfort in his presence, a sense of calm she hadn't felt in years. She felt a strange pull towards him, not of romantic nature, but of kinship formed under unusual circumstances. As she fell asleep under the wooden beams of Vincent's farmhouse, she realized that while her situation was far from ideal, perh

"Thank you!" However, just as she was about to take a step, a well-built man blocked her way. With a cold stare, the stranger asked, "Can't you read?" Getting an unexpected response, Amber suddenly fell silent. Through round eyes, she studied the face of the bearded man with unkempt brown hair. There was no friendly expression there. It was clear that the occupants of the cottage did not like her presence.

"Odd! Just like you were when you first came here? So what? What if you're odd? What if you're not like others? What if you're special?" "I don't know" "C'mon, you have to know. You're Amber, I don't know you to be this weak" "I'm not weak but this is about my life. I'm going to die if the Ball reveals that my pack was cursed and I can't access my wolf side"