Princess Amber Two By Two Lyrics Novels & Stories

I looked up to meet Jordan's sight. I made a half smile then scratched my cheek. "Why are you crying, Amber? Any problem?" he asked again. I rubbed my eyes and jotted my bottom lip down. "My eyes have dust inside, so itchy," I lied. Lily on my side gave me a wink. He drew near me then scanned my face and eyes. I crossed my finger at my back, wishing him to be convinced. My lips instantly curved when he cupped my face.

“How dare you speak to her like that?” Purple’s vision blurred, her lips turning blue as she fought for breath. Just when she thought she’d black out, he let go—shoving her hard enough that her head cracked against the marble wall. Blood trickled down her temple as she crumpled to the floor, her ears ringing with the sound of their laughter. “Pathetic,” Amber scoffed, holding up her hand to show off a gaudy ring. “See this? It’s from Hearts of Jewels—my mother gave it to me. Proof of who I am.”

I agreed in the mirror looking at my thin waistline, twisted it for a minute while Amber shouted in a silly way like we were in some high school concert. “Go Rosie, go Rosie go,”. Amber's voice echoed and I twisted my waist, my leg game lit as fuck, the more I twisted my waist downwards, the more Amber hit the table gigling like we were both drunk. “What is going on here?”. We froze.

“To get you into my bed.” “You’ve never had me in your bed.” “I’ve had you everywhere else.” I gasped in outrage. “You’re being awful.” “I’m losing patience.” His head whipped to me warningly. “You’re angry he touched me.” “I’m angry you let him.” He corrected. “Don’t humiliate me.” “I don’t have to.” He took another sip. “You humiliate yourself, Princess.” “Queen.” “Not to me.” He sing-songed as he walked away with his glass.

- Flexibility, Kaya... Flexibility. This is not the war you are declaring on the cup! - I don't understand how you can be more flexible than that... Kaya grumbled. - A princess must be gifted with flexibility and infinite softness... Kaya put the cup on the saucer and opened her mouth to speak: - No no no... The saucer and the glass must not make any noise... No tinkling, Kaya... Mirabelle cut her off.

“Open the gates, the princess approaches!” “The princess!” A group of uniformed men, idling around on the floor, rose to their feet. “To the gates!” they screamed on their heels as they all ran towards the entrance bridge to stand in position. The gatekeepers grabbed onto two golden ring handles and pulled hard to kick-start a sophisticated mechanism behind the main gate. A bridge ladder dropped slowly to the floor, to allow passage through the menacing pits under it. The castle door popped open no faster than the bridge and through them one could see the silver-white flags of a golden crown seating on top of two blades, flying freely in the air.

It’s the rest that I still struggle with. We’ve been walking for a while when GoldMoon steps out of the forest. Buppig and Hyacinth both bow to her. I look at them and back at GoldMoon, inclining my head, not wanting to be rude. “Princess Guardian, I understand you wish to speak to me.” Her gentle, yet strong voice floats into my mind. “Hello, GoldMoon.” I say out loud. “Yes, I wanted to speak with you.” She inclines her head at me. “You have questions about the second prophecy, the one the elves named after me.”

Amber waited in her room for Jade and she tapped her feet on the ground, feeling anxious. She has no idea what he wants to show her but she cannot wait to see what it was. Every time, she would turn her eyes towards the door whenever she hears any slight sound, thinking it was him. Not long after, the sound of instruments playing filled her ears; especially the piano and she shut her eyes to the merry voices of the people. They seem to have wanted a night like this since they resurrected, she thought, and just then, she heard a swooshing sound behind her and her hairs flew up due to the amount of sudden breeze that came with it.

“C’mon friend, drink from it.” “No no, I don’t want to—” He forced the liquid down my throat. I laid on the big rocks while gazing at the bright sky. The cool breeze of the cold night swept the leaves that had dropped earlier today from the tree. “How do you feel, my friend?” The alpha burped. “Who are you calling your friend? Huh? I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m Amber,” I replied. The both of us entered the palace to continue partying but it seemed that the party had ended.

Jane’s gaze flies to the door in panic, "Shhhh... you’re screaming… you’ll get both of us killed. You'll have to manage my hands on your butt; I can't possibly hold your head or hand right now. It's either your knees or your ass.” “Let go of my ass, you lesbian creep.” “Do you want the piggy ride or not??? Perhaps you prefer to walk?” “Just go! I want your hands off my butt as quickly as a few seconds from now.” Jane begins to move slowly, tiptoing, her steps as light as they can be as she tries to navigate us past the prisoners sleeping scattered on the ground. I grab her head to steady myself, basically holding my breath.