Scream 5 Amber Novels & Stories

Her fingers slipped. Faelan dropped to the floor with a loud thud, erupting into coughing fits that echoed through the entire hall. As I turned toward my son, Janine suddenly grabbed a silver steak knife and drove it straight into my arm. I watched in disbelief as the blade pierced my skin. The searing pain tore through me. My knees gave out, and I collapsed. "Pick her up. Throw her out!" Janine barked arrogantly, her chin lifted high. I clutched my bleeding arm and forced myself to raise my head. "You dare? I’m the Luna of Black Rose Pack…"

No matter what he knew he could never dislike her. "You really don't want to speak?! Now die! Human!” Damien's eyes widened as Amber quickly grabbed his neck, and he couldn't move to see her sharp nails slash his face several times. He feels excruciating pain, he can see how emotionless her eyes were. Merciless eyes, eyes that would not beg to kill him. She raised her hand, and ready to hit him one last time and sure that it will kill him when a loud scream...ends whatever Amber was planning.

her mother screamed, grabbing her legs to pull her down—but another smoke whip lashed out, striking her mother and throwing her to the ground. “Look at yourselves now,” Amber said coldly. “If you had only obeyed me, none of this would have happened.” “You’re too evil, Amber,” Livia’s mother spat back. “That’s why we refused to follow you. I can’t even comprehend what kind of creature you are. Greedy. Cruel. Wicked beyond belief!” Amber raised her hand again, ready to strike, but a pack warrior suddenly rushed inside. “Lady Amber! They’ve arrived!” he said urgently—just as a massive explosion echoed from outside the Moonlight Pack.

the other asks you. “I just got tricked into fucking my friend’s creepy husband!” she sobs. There’s a pause. Then you raise your palm in the air. “High five?”

“Here, hope you enjoy it.” “Okay, whatever. Just go,” Amber dismissed me with a wave, and I gladly hid in one of the corners. Amber and Jenna continued to complain about whatever rich girls complained about as they grabbed some chips and dug into the dip. I watched with nerves and anticipation. I was actually excited. At first, nothing happened, but then… “What the hell!” Amber shot up out of her seat, fanning her mouth. “What is in this?” “My mouth is burning,” Julia yelled, clutching her throat. “It’s burning!”

“God. No… oh, no.” “But she… she screwed it up. Went too deep. She – she killed our son as she tried to take him.” Sickened, Cordelia waited; she knew there was more. “Amanda panicked, I guess, and she just ran out of the house. The neighbor saw her leave, covered in blood and came to check on Jess. He found them like that. Dead on the kitchen floor, blood everywhere. My – my son…” His throat closed. “My son was next to Jessica, and it was obvious that she hadn’t been dead when Amanda had cut her open. Jess was… was holding our son against her side. Had him all curled up and held close. She died holding him.”

Adrian leaned toward them and explained that I was exaggerating to steal Selena's moment. Then the third blade drove in. My hand emerged through the opening near the top. My fingertips were bloody from scraping the metal in the dark. Selena slammed the panel down and trapped my hand inside again. The audience thought it was part of the trick. They applauded. They laughed. Adrian sat alone in the interview room and watched the recording over and over. An Enforcer finally reached for the controls, but Adrian said hoarsely, "Play it again." The video restarted. My scream filled the room.

07 Alessia’s Point Of View: “Are you for real?” I spat in so much disbelief as I left my hand on the air, still holding the fries that I dipped on the ketchup. I blinked my eyes several times as I covered my slightly parted lips using my free hand before finally got to glance at Sandra. She’s the woman who saved me earlier from slapping Amelia. We kind off clicked each other the moment we start talking. Her skin is pale as a bond paper and her hair is long enough to make and donate it as a wig. She has a pure black eye color that superiors her jaw dropping beauty, who can literally make every guy glance at her from time to time.

It would just break her heart into pieces. "What?!" our tacit glances were cut off by her shocked tone. "How could that be?" she turned around to face him. "It's been five years, Adam!" she was aggrieved. "Let's talk about something else!" Adam suggested as he pulled out the chair and sat down. "Ams, honestly, I didn't have lunch yet. Been busy!" he acted pitifully in front of us. "Ahm! Really? What would you like to drink?" Amy Leah asked. She suddenly became worried. She was about to push the intercom when I held her waist. My narrowed eyes were glued to my best friend silently telling him, you have to leave now!

*Amber* "Is everything ready in the dressing rooms ?" Amber was looking at her assistant Anna. Anna, who was a young girl with short spiky black hair and a lot of piercings, nodded vigorously. "Yep, everything is exactly as ordered". "Good, I don't want any trouble tonight, Sam can be quite temperamental". Amber said. She, if anyone, knew that rock stars weren't always easy to work with, and Sam Quincy who was performing tonight was especially troublesome.