Ojos Ambar Novels & Stories

My face, was very strikingly gorgeous, my father used to say I was more beautiful than the goddess herself but I bet he was just teasing me. But what truly caught Amber’s attention were my eyes. They were like two glittering suns, with a warm, golden light that seemed to come from within. They shone with a soft, glow that seemed to originate from their depths. Their shape was like a lotus flower, with delicate, petal like eyelids that seemed to unfurl like the gentle petals of a bloom. The irises were golden but seemed to shift from bright, shining yellow to deep, burnished copper, like the first blush of sunrise on a summer morning.

Even though Amber was happy that heavens had been merciful enough to give her a chance more, she still felt sad about the slave's death. "I really hope your soul finds peace" Amber said solemnly. She stood up from the bed but her movement halted as her eyes suddenly caught something. Wasn't she supposed to be a slave, why is her dress so elegant! She saw a huge mirror at one corner of the room and walked towards it. She was momentarily stunned as she saw her reflection.

MJ asks as he glances at Patima before looking back at the rings in the glass. MJ rubs his thumbs around Patima’s hand, making the younger one look at her in confusion. “Go with the others first, I’ll just take a look at everything” Patima nods her head and removes her hand from MJ’s, making her miss the warmth. She walks towards Amber, who’s looking at the bracelets. Patima furrowed her eyebrows upon seeing what Amber was looking at. “Amber, why are you looking at the bracelets? And those are for men?” Patima said, startling the tan skinned girl.

He reached the shore and, with practiced ease, dug the paddle into the riverbed to steady the canoe. As he stepped out, towering and broad-shouldered, Amber wiped at her tear-streaked face, flustered. He looked at her intently and said, “You’re the one crying.” Even in the half-light, she saw his eyes—those rare, amber-gold irises that shimmered like light behind stained glass. Her heart picked up speed—fast, steady—but not from fear. She nodded. It was obvious, wasn’t it? Realizing she hadn’t spoken, she found her voice.

- jor said frustratedly . " Bro let's not talk about that ok ..I'm ok now let's go downstairs "- amara said cutely with her puppy eyes surely they melted her brother's heart . " Aish ..come on I will give you a piggy back ride "- jor said .Amara excitedly jumped on his back ..They were recalling their childhood .Amara is a spoiled brat and a tomboy type back then . * "Aiyoo ..what's that ,you both kids .."- amara mother laughed at her daughter and son .

The questions. It didn’t. The marks on my palm stayed. Door #2. Soon. I stared at those words until the water ran cold. Until the steam cleared and I saw myself in the mirror. Not the same Jasmine who went to sleep at midnight. Not the girl who used to laugh too loud or forget her charger or eat cereal at 2 a.m. This Jasmine looked… hollow. Like she was waiting for something that might not ever come back. —

turned around and went back to the front door to lock it. After he made sure that their home was secure he continued to run after his sister until he was right by her side. He looked ahead of them. In the not so far of distance he could see the line where trim country grass from the Farmers Open Fields met with wilderness. Such a difference between the two pieces of land. Almost like different worlds. There was a flimsy wooden gate between the farmland and Forest that seemed to be holding the later back from oozing into their village. They had entered the forest quite a few times before and they always entered in the same place right there. Where country meets wilderness at the flimsy gate.

Even if he hadn’t said he does this every year, I would know. At each booth, Amval stands to the side, waiting to accept our various winnings. Baskets of roseapples, small ribbons or lengths of lace, one sandbag sewn in the shape of a frog that Joli technically wins but I find so incredible that she says I can have it. He doesn’t say a word, just takes them. But he should really remember that his veil only hides most of his face—his eyes scream how much he wants to be involved. We step up to a booth where those with wind powers race tiny ships down lanes of water, and Cirocco pauses.

Hastily, the woman took off her gloves and touched the light with her pale palm. "Warm .... It's warm, Adam," she sighed with tears in her eyes. "Are you happy?" "Of course. It's like finding something that has been lost for a long time," Amber replied faintly. Her attention was fixed on the beam that passed between her fingers. She didn't know that the man's eyes were all on her. "Then enjoy it. The sun will set in a few minutes." In an instant, Amber's joy faded. "A few minutes? Not a few hours?"

She unlocked it and turned to the front camera. "Hello guys, it's me and I want to show you the new awesome toy my…ummm...adoptive father, Damian Makari got me," Amber said with a bright smile, tapping on the screen to flip the camera. After a whole minute of flaunting the car, she tapped the phone to a space behind the car. With eyes lit up with joy, she pushed the joystick, the car roared forward, racing across the room with a burst of speed. Amyrah jumped with joy as she maneuvered the car around obstacles, navigating through a maze of walls. She pictured herself as a professional race car driver as she, skillfully controlling her machine.