Princess Amber Two By Two Lyrics Novels & Stories

I smiled at him and he walked up the stairs. Since I had spent the majority of the day sleeping, I was still wide awake. I decided to watch my favourite movie of all time Tangled. I knew all the songs and dialogues, but this movie was a comfort watch for me. I snuggled on the couch with a blanket, putting on the movie. Since no one was around me, I sang the songs loudly, added my commentary on some scenes and yelled at Rapunzel for believing her witch of a mother. I also sighed every time Flynn Ryder came on to the screen, wishing out loudly that I would marry him in a heartbeat.

They were oblivious to the storm brewing within me, their carefree smiles a stark contrast to the turmoil I felt. "Did you hear about Tyra and Laxus?" Samantha's voice, usually bright and cheerful, held a mischievous glint. The words, like a stray bullet, pierced through my carefully constructed wall of denial. I had been trying so hard to forget, to push the news to the back of my mind, but they seemed determined to keep it front and center. "Damn Tyra," I muttered under my breath, the bitterness clinging to my tongue. My friends erupted in laughter, their amusement a sharp sting against my raw emotions.

"Oh, sorry, Amber, I thought you wouldn't come to the office today because I've been waiting.So, I only bought two, for me and Stela, and I promised I would take care of. Peter tried to explain to me; maybe he hoped that I wouldn't misunderstand. However, I didn't respond to all the explanations that Petter gave, because, right at that moment, the elevator door opened and I arrived at the floor where my room was. "Petter, doesn't Amber look different?" I can still hear Stella's whispering voice.

To protect her. A humorless laugh escaped past Amber's lips in disbelief as she strolled into the ballroom. "That is one of the most outrageous claims I have ever heard. Because the last time I checked I don't remember giving birth to a pitiful creature like you." She let out with a disappointed sigh. "Pitiful Creature." Esmeray repeated in a trance. All of the insults Queen Amber had thrown at Esmeray had passed by her except this. 'Pitiful Creature' It went through her heart.

“Oh, poor Piper. Thinking you could rub shoulders with us. You don’t belong here. Go back to whatever little hole you crawled out of.” Her words cut deep, but I refuse to let her see it. I take another sip of wine, meeting her gaze evenly. “I said, I’m not in the mood.” Amber’s smile widens, her perfectly glossed lips parting as she leans in closer, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “That dress can’t hide what you are. A charity case in designer scraps. You’re nothing but a leech. You think dressing up makes you one of us? "

"I said I am not your princess anymore" "Whatever Esth! Let's get to the bed instead!" We head to the bed and I put the blanket on but she stand up and just get naked in front of me, "Hey what are you doing!?" "Going to the bathroom geez!" "Yeah but you dont need to get naked here!" "Why not? You have seen a lot of this before! Dont act innocent Amber!" "I am not acting innocent but we are not together anymore! I mean...we are not a couple....why you cant understand what I am trying to say!?"

Amber exclaimed. She was in deep awe upon seeing the beautiful girl she was once taking a glimpse of when she was still a baby. "Amber, don't worry about your twins. My cousin Rubio will guide them here. He's on his way!" Princess Ariya sternly said. Amber followed the princess and she stayed in the old kingdom waiting for her daughters. Meanwhile... Rubio was stealthily running in the dark forest. His eyes were as sharp as he could see his path like it was daylight.

Anita grinned, throwing her arms around them. The club's energy hit her instantly. People moved like waves—sweaty, wild, beautiful. The scent of perfume, alcohol, and freedom mingled in the air. The dance floor heaved with life, and as she stepped into it, she could feel the heavy shell of "Sanders Mansion Anita" cracking apart. This was her kingdom. Valerie handed her a cocktail — bright pink with a sugar rim and a dangerously sweet aroma. “To the return of our queen!” she shouted over the thumping bass.

A lady says as soon as we enter a lavish room, equipped with modern things and cosmetics that I can't even name. "Who is she?" She sounds bewildered as she asks, forgetting to blink her eyes. "Don't have time for the pleasantries, Lia. Just do your magic and make her look like me." Amber hurriedly says, taking off her mask. Disappointment invades my mind as she doesn't introduce me as her sister. But it's obvious that we see twins, isn't it? She doesn't need to announce it to everyone we meet. I shouldn't always think so negatively.

I leaned in, my teeth extending, ready to sink into her skin and seal this bond forever when the doors burst open again but this time a voice rang through the hall, sharp and commanding and furious. “AXEL, STOP THIS BLOODY CEREMONY!” I looked up. Princess Amber stood in the doorway, her face flushed, her eyes blazing with something between rage and desperation. Our eyes met. And for one second, something flickered. Some distant recognition, some pull I didn’t understand and didn’t have time to analyze. Then I pulled Melanie closer and sank my teeth into her neck.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​