Scream Amber Novels & Stories

Harry, who seemed to have understood, smiled with satisfaction with a proud face. Halvir and Aefar, who didn't understand, could only glance at each other in astonishment. They didn't understand at all what Anindira's mother meant just now. ## Translated from English-ambergris, amber grease, or gray amber is a dense, waxy, flammable, dull gray, or blackish substance that is produced in the digestive system of sperm whales. Freshly produced Ambergris has a sea smell like feces.

Scarlet greeted her friend happily. Amber frowned when she saw Scarlet next to her car. “Scarlet? What are you doing here this early?” Amber asked. Scarlet approached Amber and hugged Amber. “I’ll take you to your work; I’ll go there too...” Scarlet said with a smile. “Hmmm, are you sure? Maybe you need something from me?” Amber asked Scarlet doubtfully. Scarlet shrugged and just pulled Amber to her car. “Well, let’s talk in the car, and yes, you are right, I need something from you.”

she said and Amber groaned out in pain,her mouth wide open as she screamed loudly,her finger was bleeding and the blood was dripping down her hair and onto her shoulders,it felt like a shower,she was in so much pain and Mikhaila didn't care. "I would fucking kill you I promise you!" Amber said as Mikhaila giggled and walked out happily out of the room followed by Tomaso and Ruchika leaving Amber to her injury. "Fuckkkkkkkkk! I'd fucking kill you Mikhaila I promise you!!!!" She screamed at the empty room,her whole hand was hurting and there was nothing she could do,the blood was still oozing out, Amber had been preventing her gaze from the cut because she was scared of blood generally and wit

*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.

Her slurry voice was showing she was tipsy. “No, it's wine, and I brought it for me,” He said, taking it from her hand. “But I can also have” Amber snapped, taking from his hand and glaring at him. Her nose turns red because of drinking. “Don't you think, sleep,” Liam asked. “I just woke up,” Amber pouted, and like she remembered something, and said,” Help me wear this tampon. I don't know how to extract it back if I put it inside me.

“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? "

“Why can’t you just call me Amy or Rose like everyone else does?” “Amber Rose is a perfectly elegant name,” I told her. “I find it more suitable for you. Now, tell me, can you get me one of your red lipsticks from the deluxe edition?” “Can you get me one of your red lipsticks from the deluxe edition?” Amber Rose repeated my words in a mocking baby voice. “Do you think the red deluxe line has only one shade? My company has over one hundred shades of red and twelve in the deluxe line. I’ll have to select a proper colour based on the skin tone you just described.”

“Oh my gosh, Amber, are you okay?” “Fine!” Amber screeched. Her whole dress was drenched in champagne with some cuts here and there from the glasses. She was lucky that none of the glass shards hurt her porcelain skin. The man who she’d been meaning to greet, a bulky man in a black tux lent her a hand and helped her get up.

AMBER. “It’s not white or transparent. It’s green. The darker the green, the stronger it is. It’s herbs—special herbs, thus the color.” Paris explained. My heart thundered as I looked at the white or clear gel in my hand. “It looks like Vaseline cream to me.” “No way. Send me a picture. Does it smell like anything?” “It doesn’t smell at all.” “It has a repulsive smell. Not because it’s disgusting but because the mint scent is too much, and I don’t like mint, so I find it repulsive.”

Stella looked at her. "I will wash them." Amber said with a smile. she was done washing the vegetables, "should i Slice them?" Amber asked with a smile. "Can you do it?" Stella asked. "Yes I can." Amber replied and brought out the knife. She was slicing it when she cut her hand, "ouch!" Amber yelled. Stella went to trash something when she heard Amber screaming she quickly ran to the kitchen. "What is wrong?" Stella asked curiously. "I cut my hand." Amber replied.