True Blood Amber Mills Novels & Stories

“This is Amber. She’s a childhood friend of mine. As she’s spectacularly good at sticking her nose into places it doesn’t belong, it shouldn’t startle you at all to learn she’s a reporter.” “I prefer journalist,” Amber says, lifting her chin. “Now tell me who this is…” “Esther Graham,” I say. Her face scrunches. “Graham. As in Garnar Graham?” “My husband. You know of him?” I ask. “Nothing good, I assure you.” Amber narrows her eyes at me, looking at me as one would a specimen in a petri dish. “Do not mistake Esther for her husband,” Miles says firmly. “Esther is also the daughter of Preston Owens.”

*** Amber met me in the Great Hall a few hours later while the crew was arriving. She stopped me as soon as she saw me. "Darick, your eyes are turning red. When's the last time you had any blood?” "I'll be okay,” I assured her. “Is everything ready for tonight?" "Yes. The wine bottles are filled, but you'll need more blood. Do you need the others to go on a hunt for you tonight?" Amber asked. "No,” I replied. “I'll be okay." I took a steadying breath and then entered our council meeting, taking my seat at the head of the table.

"Yes, Amora. We thought today would go well, but...." Milla continued Amber's words, "The funds raised today didn't meet the target." "What?" Amora suddenly fell to the ground. Everyone was confused and asked why. But she didn't answer, their voices could no longer be heard. Now only Khail's voice rang in her ears as he said, "You're a werewolf, right?" ***

New servants had already been hired, though no one dared approach the fire house where my body still remained. They arrived home late in the evening, weary from the journey but still riding the high of their baby news. That night, when the house had fallen silent, Amber crept into my old room. Everything remained untouched since my imprisonment—a preserved shrine to the daughter my father had murdered. She rummaged through my closet, selecting clothes that resembled mine, and dressed methodically. When she looked in my mirror, the resemblance was uncanny—we had similar builds and coloring, though her features were softer than mine had been.

“I thought he meant something to the people here and the least you can do is protect him.” “How can we protect him when you are weak?” Bathilda shot back. “The people follow you, and if anything happens, it is on you.” Amber clenched her jaw and stared hard at Bathilda. After few seconds, she said, “I am not your Hedda or Kyra. I am just a simple girl living a simple life in Meadow Street and having a bonfire with my friends before you all came and ruined it for us. I am Amber Willow and I don’t belong to your world. I don’t belong here.”

I stepped past her into the expansive living room, but the second I crossed the threshold, my feet came to an abrupt halt. Amber—the gorgeous platinum-blond girl my mother had brought to my office the other day—was sitting on the velvet sofa, casually tapping away on her phone. But she wasn't the only one sitting in the living room. Lounging on the adjacent couch were Rider and his tacky mistress, Serena, clinging all over each other like a pair of cheap vines. The second Amber spotted me standing by the doorway, her face lit up. She jumped up from the couch and sprinted across the room, throwing her arms straight around my neck.

Bellamy leans in closer, uses a hand to push my hair back behind my shoulders and presses his lips to the side of my throat. “I loved coming home to you though.” He murders. I can feel the whisper of his lips against my neck and I can’t help but shiver. My hands sit in my lap clutching my phone uselessly. My fingers are suddenly really sweaty and my mind is blank as I try to formulate a response. I need to say something. Anything. “I saw Shaun’s red thread today. It’s my friend Amber.” I blurt out. Bellamy pauses for half a second before continuing to cuddle into my neck and shoulder. His hands winding their way around my waist, lifting me slightly and turning me to face him.

Amelia's POV I left Amanda and started creeping towards the blood samples section. When I got there,I saw that the were a lot of blood samples there. I picked one of the bottle up,turned it around and that's when I saw the ID number and name written on a tag and attached to the bottle. I knew at that point that finding mine would be easy.

He smiles at the shock on Silver’s face and waves an arm out, dispatching the warriors behind him to seize the hostiles and stop all unnecessary bloodshed. “We had been searching for her for so long…” He starts up again, walking in long strides towards where Silver’s frozen still, each of his step creating a frost path. “…but it seemed the crown ceased being worn after a few years…” He stands before Silver, having those crystalline slate-blues as he does. “…we had been so close before all connection was snapped…” Then he looks away, over to where Kieran is holding mom- Shit! She’s bleeding from her temple, barely standing on her feet as she sways in and out of consciousness.

answered Stella. "Oh yeah, I'm also curious about Amber; she works at your father's company, right?" They started talking about Amber. So far, Stella has always claimed that she is the daughter of a businessman, while Amber has hidden her true identity. "Is Amber a permanent employee yet?" The questions were asked again, and it seemed like they were starting to become interested in the life of Amber, the person they had bullied at school. "Not yet; he is still a contract employee," answered Stella proudly.