Ambrose Spellman Novels & Stories

There is dismay in the Samuel’s house. it has been days and Eleanor hasn’t returned after stomping away from the house. “Bob, you think she has gone to those monsters?” Mr Samuel asked as he stared distantly. He felt like a failed man. A man that failed to protect his wife and now his daughter. Uncle Bob’s eyes grew with anger. “I told you Samuel. I hate for those creatures to be mentioned here…if Eleanor is with them, then I must find them even if to the ends of the earth and bring her back…”

was gone, replaced by the possessive monster. He turned his head slowly toward Sloane. His eyes were amber, the wolf right at the surface. "Apologize," Abram said. Sloane’s smile died. "What? Abram, she’s an Omega. She’s—" "I said apologize to her," Abram roared. He slammed his hand down on the mahogany desk, the sound echoing like a grenade. "Now. Or you can leave the building in a body bag. I don't care if we share blood."

Someone was going to die today. "M-Mr. Schmidt," Amber stammered, her beautiful face displaying panic. No matter how similar she looked to Alyssa, Amber could never replicate even a fraction of Alyssa's grace in her actions. "Mr. Schmidt ... Calm down. Maybe things aren't as you think. Perhaps—" Before Amber could finish her sentence, Jameson walked to the coffee table and grabbed a crystal ashtray. As he glared at her with crimson eyes, he hurled it in her direction.

He was so happy that he pushed Elizabeth into that trap of questions. "You know, my dear, I once met a man who was part of the sceptics. Kind of a guide. A man of justice ... just not a judge," Miss Harmony tried to help the girl, with those clues too far from the subject. What does a guide have to do with a potion against a vampire? Elizabeth didn’t look for this hint like the other students.

Her face was even more chillingly dangerous. Auntie Ashford noticed her immediately, her intuition telling her she didn’t quite like such a look—too sharp and aggressive for beauty. As Amelia approached, the bodyguard said, "This is the Little Divine Doctor. If Miss Abby has any symptoms, you can explain them to her." "Explain?" Auntie Ashford smiled. "I don’t know how to address this young lady." She looked Amelia up and down, trying to restrain her feelings, but the contempt in her eyes was impossible to conceal. She had heard that Mr. Cromwell had been delayed here because of some matter involving a highly skilled Chinese medicine practitioner.

She ran to Kitchen to prepare breakfast. Aspan was ready in his room and started to search for Nandini. He went to the kitchen where on the way he collided with Amber who was also in a hurry. Aspan noticed that there was something in his hand. “What is this AMber? “ He looked at his watch and said,''This is not your time of reporting at MAnsion.” Aspan furrowed his brows “I..I…I..a..am here for h..h..e..r” Amber has no words to clear Aspan as he was quite afraid of D’Alberto’s brothers.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, his gaze focusing on Belzebub, who stood before him, a steaming plate in hand. Belzebub's expression was surprisingly soft, his eyes gleaming with a warmth Asmo hadn't seen in ages. He approached Asmo with a gentle stride, the plate extended in offering. Asmo's instincts flared, his mind racing with suspicion. Had Belzebub spiked the food, seeking revenge for his betrayal? Or was this a genuine gesture, a sign that his brother had truly changed?

His nose is aristocratic and a thick lower lips that is naturally reddish and seem so soft. Amber swallowed the lump on her throat. She suddenly recognized the man infront her. He is the man in the big picture, it's none other than Ashton Blumentrint Villacorda. "Who are you?" He furrowed. Before Amber could speak a hand gripped her arm. "I'm sorry, Uncle. We were just having fun." Said an angelic voice. The gentleman's thick eyebrows furrowed even more. "And who is she? Your flavor of the month?"

Rich people are strange. "It is, if you're conspiring against one of us," Grayson says, obvious referring to the Alpha's in here. By the look in his eyes, he doesn't want to believe the words he says, but he is totally correct in his assumptions. I am here for Alpha Noah of the Harmony Pack. I nod down to his hand on my arm. "I think you should let me go..." Looking at his hand, I suddenly notice something glint around his finger, through the thin fabric of his glove. Is that a ring? My eyes widened...silver.

Ambrose froze for a moment, and his eyes instantly turned red. "That was a misunderstanding! It was because I lost my memory! I hurt my head; I couldn't help it when I mistook someone else for you. But now, I remember everything, Giselle. Don't leave me." His hands trembled slightly as he spoke, giving away how nervous he was. He was still trying to cover up his fabricated lies even now. Not far away, Maryanne came rushing over and threw herself into Ambrose's arms. "Honey, where is this nanny trying to take our daughter? You can't let her get away with this! She has sinister intentions—"