Ambrose Spellman Novels & Stories

Jonathan asked, genuinely seeking her permission. Amanda didn’t want to, but hell, she’d rather eat up her words than to face her best friend’s wrath. Clearly, Noman liked this new sideshow if his sticky eyes were any indication. “Yes, you may, ” she answered. “Jonathan, this is my best friend, Noman Ashgar. He is a professor at a prestigious university in New Zealand and is an avid fan of the Avengers.” “Bucky Barnes to be exact, ” Noman cut in. “Say, you actually look like him, but ten years younger.”

There were no guests, not even my family, no flowers, no cakes, just ink and the scratch of papers signing off what remained of my life. “The grandmother is sick. She would have stopped this madness; she was the only one who liked the boy,” I caught an old staff member whispering. Then a man entered like the wind. He is tall, silver-haired, and well fashioned. He introduced himself as Uncle Benedict Ashbourne. His pale, dangerous eyes scanned me. “Don't get too comfortable,” he said, adjusting his coat. “This is just temporal.” My hand remained steady as I signed the paper; I've gotten used to betraying myself.

They may look so intimidating but they are soft and lovely, also Aya’s sisters, Ayeza and Aynna, they love each other dearly, like how dare I am to hurt her, right? The dinner was served and we’re starting to take a bit of the food and suddenly Uncle Ysmael said “Nine, are you courting our baby?”. I spit the food in my mouth out of shock, he’s so straight forward. It gives me chill and goosebumps. “Chill young man, I’m not interrogating you, I’m just asking” he laugh while wiping his side lips and ready to question me again. “Dad, stop that” Ayanna with a smile with her face, while giving me the tissue for my dirt.

“Now, what kind of magic do you need help with?” Swallowing back a wave of indecision I said, “…I want to put a protection spell on Asher.” It wasn’t surprise that morphed her heart-shaped face and lifted her soft eyebrows but interest. “I’m in.” She nodded, and while the gesture would’ve seemed normal to some people, I could tell there was an eagerness within it that hadn’t been there before. “Does tomorrow night work for you? I need the day to gather the supplies and study the spell book I have.” I told her, leaving out the part about Asher and his whereabouts.

"I had listened to Ambrose and Alexis' conversation. I think they served you a drink; the same drink, the same herbal mixture that Mrs. Cooke had served the workers in Michael's home." "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to force myself to vomit, but Raymond laughed. "What's funny?" I asked, still holding my neck tight. "Did you remember everything you had seen in Ambrose's room?" he asked, and I nodded. "Of course. The safe, the portrait. Raymond, there's something you need to know. Ambrose is a monster, and we need to get out of here," I said as I began to shiver in fear.

“You’re smarter than that, Maise. You know it’s a personal problem we’re discussing.” “Yeah, I have questions about that,” I mused. “Wasn’t it just a few days ago you were claiming your own friends couldn’t necessarily be trusted?” “That was before,” he sighed. “Before what?” I was toeing the line of his patience and I knew it. Isaac turned from the refrigerator with food in hand and glared at me. “The only individual involved in the spell that is powerful enough to go toe to toe with the magic you host is Ammit. My friends are in the clear.”

He immediately ran as the crowd charged toward him. “Kid, stop!” “Hey, Little Kid! Give me the hammer, and I won’t mistreat you!” “Don’t listen to them; I’m the Sacred Sword Sect’s Sect Master! If you give me the hammer, I’ll give you a weapon from the Indigo Category!” Ambrose suddenly laughed. He might be young, but he was not dumb. Only an idiot would believe their words! “Bunch of fools! I dare you to chase after me!” Ambrose turned around and laughed before he flew off quickly.

The next thing I heard was, “Watch me.” I groaned internally, already knowing where Amber was headed. Before I could stop her, she turned to Xavier and called out, “Hey, Handsome! Could you come here for a second, please?” I stiffened. “Amber, don’t—” Too late. Xavier approached us with his usual calm, polite smile. Amber flashed him a bright smile, tilting her head slightly. “So, who are you, handsome? And what do you do?” Xavier, ever the gentleman, gave a small nod before replying, “I’m Xavier, Mr. Cole Buckman’s special assistant.”

At my words, Ambrose lowered his head and buried his face in his hands. His shoulders trembled as his sobs grew louder. "I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for all the terrible things I've done." He was the son of the esteemed Sinclair family and the youngest chief surgeon at Ashforde General Hospital. Ambrose had a brilliant future ahead of him. But now, he couldn't even find a single eligible woman through introductions. The moment people in his circle heard about the things he'd done, they all backed away in fear.

Ambrose had told everyone that he had come to Ambrollum City for rehabilitation. The truth was, he had come to investigate the culprit who had been using the Hamilton family to smuggle goods! "My last business trip was because that person showed up. But it was to bait me so that I'd leave Ambrollum City. Then, they'd ship out the goods when I wasn't around." Ambrose continued, "Scarlett secretly investigated it without my permission. But she managed to secure details about their shipment time and location."