Ambrose Spellman Novels & Stories

He suddenly looked at me seriously and said, "Mabel, whether you believe me or not, you really are my first." "But back in school, there were so many girls around you. And wasn't there one girl who was always by your side? Wasn't she your girlfriend?" "Are you talking about Chelsea Summers?" He glanced at me with a small smile and continued placing food onto my plate. "She's my neighbor. We grew up together, that's all." "So, all these years, you never met anyone you liked?" This time, Ambrose didn't avoid my question. Instead, he earnestly shared his past. "I went on a blind date once, but our personalities didn't match."

Beside it was a handwritten rendition of a line from a poem, written by the poet, Shamus Upshaw. "Through life's ups and downs, I walk ever on, unmoved by storms or fair weather." Over in a corner of the study stood a vase as tall as a person. In it were a few dried eucalyptus branches that added a unique sensibility to the place. A wooden bookcase was positioned flush against the western wall, and it was filled with thousands of threadbound volumes. After taking a seat on a wooden chair, Ambrose said, "My name is Ambrose Landon. I'm Serena's father."

" I was thinking about that kind old man, and I didn't expect him to have such guts. "What happened afterward?" "Ambrose couldn't make it here, so he had to leave with Phoebe to start a business. It's kind of funny, really, because the first money he used to start his venture was from me. I took 51% of his company's shares at the time, thinking I could keep him in check. But in the end, I couldn't bring myself to hurt him at all, and that turned out to be the sharp knife he used against me."

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.

“Why are you helping Gabriel? Why do you even care about this key?” Ambrose smiled again like this was all some amusing conversation over dinner. He reached out and patted my knee. I wanted to flinch away, but I held still. “The key,” he explained, “is the only access to something I want, something I have wanted for over two decades. Your father left behind more wealth than even I had access to. And I need that key to get to it.” I felt like the ground under me had vanished. Ambrose had been my financial trustee. My father had trusted him more than anyone else in the world. And now, here he was, talking about money, about taking what was mine like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He left. he logged on, huffing at his overbearing tone. here-sent the report, and then checked his sent box to prove to himself that he had indeed sent it to him. It wasn’t there. he couldn’t find it. Damn it, he knew he had sent it. It was the last thing he had done before, and then he remembered, he had been just about to do it when Ash had appeared around the door, saying they were ready to go to the Bar. he must have thought he had sent it in his hurry to leave. Oh well. he was really in no mood to apologise to him. he got his head down and got on with his work. Ambrose was too workaholic for him . That was his only friend he trusted with his business anyway .And then he reminded himself

He said, "I… I thought that he was just a traditional medicine charlatan, so… so I…" Before he could finish, Ambrose slapped him in the face. Elias was slipping away from life right in front of his eyes. If they couldn't find that man, Elias would die. "Don't just get angry, Ambrose! Think of something! We have to find the person who did acupuncture for our son!" Arabella said anxiously. Ambrose suppressed his anger and thought carefully about the two young men that Atticus had described. According to what Atticus had said, the one in a jacket had spoken very arrogantly.

‘Go to bed. ‘But I’m itching down there,’ she purred. ‘It misses your super huge dick, Rum….’ Ambrose glanced behind him, as though the darkness was standing there, and muttered in a strained voice, ‘I’ll be out very soon.’ Another laughter vibrated from his throat. ‘Silly human…so weak. The dream spell is still in effect even after I’ve stopped feeding it to her. Interesting….’

Ambrose visibly took a deep breath, before addressing the crowds. "I have an announcement to make." His voice rolled like thunder. Everyone stilled. "A few weeks ago I was introduced to a wonderful young female by the name of Sephora Beltane." Sephora noted he was choosing his words carefully, so as not to let others know she was really a Nuanam - clever. Ambrose continued.

But they could not enter the place because Eliphas has it all surrounded by a magical spell. Ashton could only use some special method to link with the wizard. Soon the doors were opened and Ashton and Maya were welcomed in. They met an old-looking man probably two hundred years old. He had a head full of long white hair and a long beard that almost reached his knees. He had a serene aura like he was not someone from the mortal world. "Uncle Eliphas!" Ashton called out. "I have been waiting for a long time. I almost gave up because I thought that you will never come." Eliphas said.