An Autumn In Amber Novels & Stories

, I’m almost groaning. "Don't get me wrong,” she says slowly, her gelatine-like eyes burned with sincerity as she gazed at me. “There is a beauty in your rebellious spirit and all. Your defiance of women's place in our New Eden. And I admire that. But let's be real, Amber. It's a beauty that women in our position can't afford. Your defiance ain't going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. It’s just a slow, painful sucide," she said

It was a scene that in itself would have been worth all my revenge, but I wanted more. Amber was cunning, cynical, and not worth a dime, I knew she would try something, all said and done, she tried something that I was already prepared for. But what I didn't expect was her attempt to mess with me. I felt the irritation consume me when I saw that she still affected me, the bastard still affected me. Feeling her warm, appetizing body on top of mine brought back memories that I wouldn't want to remember for the world, she was dirty and I couldn't let myself be taken in by her.

She clutched onto her arm, skin sizzling through her shirt. She had a limp to her sprint, the world around her going dizzy. She came to a stop, her arm had already healed. She gazed down at the last hole, the glass crawling back to fix its shape. Amber cursed under her breath, using her boot to kick it back open. “That piece of shit always doing things on his own,” Amber grumbled, the sharp edges slicing her back. She continued her incessant complaining, finally making way through the tunnel. Standing, she pat herself off the dirt but was instantly hit with the concentrated scent of blood, the worry she had growing in her tripling. She took off sprinting, following Xavier’s footsteps that he

Donna said and was about turning back when Amber dropped the bag with her in her Donna’s hand whispering to her “Please, help me keep this, I thought he was sick when he asked me to come here for work so I bought this fruits" Donna smiled and nodded. Amber scurried out of the house with Todd following behind, once in the car he asked “what was that about" “nothing, it was nothing” Amber said sharply. Todd decided to overlook it and drove off. Amber was as quiet as a mouse throughout the drive, Todd could see she wasn’t so free with him and he kept thinking of how to get her to loosen up, he got to Mickey's and parked

It was getting easier to do. Amber put on her own pair. She went to snap a pick of them together until she realized she didn’t have her watch. Fuck! She sipped on her non-alcoholic beverage and soon grew bored with the commentary from the over packed Times Square. She channel surfed as Leo and Grayson entertained themselves by seeing who could chug the flute of cider the quickest.

The clearing at the center of the West was not an open space, but a pocket of impossibly clear air held within a dome of petrified white wood. In the center sat the Amber Cathedral—a structure that looked less like a building and more like a gargantuan, calcified heart. It rose a thousand feet into the canopy, its walls translucent and glowing with a deep, internal heat that made the surrounding "Green Death" seem pale by comparison.

With the help of Jenna, she clicks the train of her mermaid dress into her glittery bracelet. I know that it took Amber a lot until she found the courage to read the diary her mother had left her. And it was once again Arawn who held her hand and got her to visit her father’s family to find a part of her roots. We were sure about the old Di Mattei being too paranoid and reacting aggressively to us showing up. But as Amber showed up in the warehouse of the DIY store owned by the family, the grumpy man acted like nobody would have ever foreseen.

"What time?" "Give me half an hour to get this finished. Do you remember how to get here?" ** Amber returned home as blue patches of sky fought the rain, the feeble washed out sunlight behind them making a blotchy patchwork of the dissipating gray clouds. Quiet as she could, she cracked the front door expecting to return to the same performance as last night. When she was only greeted by silence, she ventured in and shut the door. On the accent table by the phone laid a sheet of Christie's pink stationary framed with yellow roses and dragonflies. Amber picked it up, her smile broadening as she read the words penned in Christie's flowery script.

Ellen said proudly. “Nice to meet you both,” I said. The urge to throw up was overwhelming. Bruce opened a creamy spinach and the scent assaulted me. These things never bothered me before. “I’m so happy to meet you, Summer. I didn’t think my cousins would settle down,” Amber said. “Amber’s staying in the Pack now. There’s lots of work for her to do here.” Amber stared at her Mother. “Mom we didn’t discuss—” “Enough. Not now,” Ellen said sternly.

The car ride back from the outdoor party was tense, the kind of silence that crackled with unspoken words. Amber sat in the passenger seat, her legs crossed, her dress—a delicate white with soft yellow flowers—falling just above her knees. She looked effortlessly radiant, her dark hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders. Ryan gripped the steering wheel tightly, his jaw clenched as he focused on the road. He could still hear the laughter from the party, the way everyone had gravitated toward Amber, charmed by her warmth and easy confidence.