روايات وقصص ضمن Amberfield Life Is Strange

Today was about redemption, or at least, a desperate attempt at it because she wasn’t sure how it would turn out at the end of the day. She stepped inside, the warm, inviting atmosphere a stark contrast to the coldness that had settled between her and her friends. Carly, Amara, Jacob, and Flora were seated at their usual table, their expressions a mixture of apprehension and guarded curiosity. Lisa walked towards them, her heart pounding. “Hi,” she said softly, her voice barely a whisper. A tense silence filled the air. Carly, ever the pragmatic one, spoke first. “Lisa. You said you wanted to talk.”

When Amber saw the outside, she looked at the people in wonder. "What's happening? Why do they all seem so busy?” Amber asked in surprise. Because people are doing different things, there are people walking inside the house as if there is an occasion to be held today because they are busy cleaning, cooking and also watering the plants in the garden, even the backyard is cleared but the dirt of the backyard is from their party last night so it's normal for him that someone is cleaning there, but what's not normal for him is that other people are doing it differently.

I felt like I could no longer hold back as the tingling sensation continued to escalate. “Why hasn’t she picked up the phone yet? I need to turn it to turbo mode.” That fool had not noticed that his girlfriend had been pinned down on the ground a short distance away. The vibration escalated. I felt a wave of warmth course through me. Inside the haystack, the man was focused on what he was doing, as though determined to explore every hidden corner. Just a few meters away, Samuel continued to pace back and forth. The situation only made me feel even more nervous.

I could feel both of their eyes on me, and I didn’t know who I was more afraid of disappointing. Alex’s fingers brushed gently against mine as she took my hand, her touch warm but delicate, almost as though she was afraid to hold on too tight. I let her guide me through the remaining crowd in the living room, where a few of her family members were moving around, engrossed in whispered conversations and quiet embraces. It felt strange, almost surreal, the way they seemed to walk past us without noticing, their eyes fixed on one another, their grief too heavy for them to care about anyone else.

I sat in silence. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number from my hometown area code. I hesitated for a moment before pressing answer. A heavy silence hung on the other end of the line for a few seconds before Mom's voice finally came through. "Eileen…" I didn't say a word. She broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. "Eileen, I was wrong. Cody's been arrested, Lexie ran off, and the neighbors won't stop whispering about me. I really realize my mistakes now. Eileen, please, come home and see me. You're all I have left…"

"Why would I go with you? It's your fault." "It's your fault. You don't want to leave my mind. Aren't you tired yet? You've been running around in my head for months, Lily." "And you still really know me, right? Well sir, I still want to talk to you. But I am a very obedient child to my parents. They said, don't talk to strangers. So, bye I hope you won' Don't bug us here anymore. Thank you, good bye and have a nice day." * * *

It was not a strange thing to let visitors into your house after all. "That is strange," Damien said. Sam lifted up his head and wondered if he and his friend had the same definition of what strange was—how was it strange that an elderly couple allowed someone else into their house? "Well, I guess I have slipped into another universe where the ordinary things are considered strange then," Sam said, looking around. He knew it was impossible but still, he wanted to make sure that he was still living on earth that he called his home. "That is it," Damien said, standing up and walking out of the table frame. He stopped crossing his hands across his chest and shook his head. "Kevin and Rosa have

Liam pov Amber was surprised to see me mid-afternoon, opening her door in scrubs, clearly just home from her hospital shift. "Liam? What's wrong?" she asked, concern evident in her expression. "We need to talk," I said, following her inside. Amber's apartment was small but immaculately kept, with modern, minimalist décor that reflected her practical nature. Unlike my rustic cabin or my parents' spacious house, there was nothing here that spoke of wolf heritage or pack connections—one of the things I had initially found refreshing about her.

What a strange guy! ***