True Blood Amber Mills Novels & Stories

As Ameira waited for the charge, her hands were on her pocket and she focused on her feet as she remained silent for a few moments. She feels like destiny's playing a trick on her. Why on earth do they keep bumping into each other? Does it look like romance? Samara walked toward them and handed them the payment. Her eyes landed on Ameira. "Aren't you going to great your friend?" Samara asked out of the blue, raising her eyebrows with a smile on her face. After receiving the fee, Ameira immediately pocketed it in the cloak she was wearing. "Thanks, but I don't have one," she said bitterly in a low tone before entering the elevator first.

Daniel instructed Bella, pulling out his wallet as she ran after Mason. *** Amber sat tied to a wooden chair in the center of an unfamiliar mansion. Its high ceilings held chandeliers shaped like wolf fangs, and bright lights shone in every corner, making the living room almost too bright. Her wrists burned where the ropes pressed into her brown skin. She shifted, trying to loosen the bonds, but it only made them bite deeper. Amber’s eyes drifted to the maids as they moved past her silently, whispering to each other, their eyes never leaving her, filled with curiosity and also fear. And from the look of things, from their uniform, it didn’t look like she was still in the Everbite pack.

She was struggling to take over her senses but it was like her body was repelling her. Miranda got up and scrambled away from Diana. Getting behind Luke, Milo watched from a distance as Daemon got closer to Diana. “Be careful,” Milo warned. Though her eyes were still golden, a stark contrast to the deep blue colouration they normally hold, she seemed to gaze at Daemon with a sense of recognition in her glare. He moved closer to her. “Diana… are you okay?” She growled deeply before driving her claws into his chest, reaching for his thumping heart. His jaw dropped, eyes widening as he stared at her. The golden glow in her eyes faded away, along with her claws.

And, unfortunately, that had nothing to do with Massimo hiding nearby. “Sissy!” In the distance, but not as far away as Alice would like, was Amber, a few meters away from the car parked on the edge of the Bianchi estate, waving excitedly as if they hadn't seen each other for two years, not two weeks “We came to visit you!” as if wanting to emphasize that sentence, Amber pulled, in an almost aggressive manner, the person who was walking next to her. And, just by chance, it was Casey. “What are you doing here, Amber?” Alice hurried to go to Millicent and pull her close, hating feeling as if she needed to defend herself from a snake's attack when encountering someone who carried the same blood

When she moved, the earth shook, and she usually brought along someone to help record the seismic activity. The next morning, a sleek black SUV purred up the drive of the Thorne-Le Brione Manor. When the door opened, the woman who stepped out didn't just walk—she radiated a frequency of power that made the birds in the oaks stop chirping. Amber Miller was the sole heiress to the Miller Global shipping empire, but she didn’t look like she spent her time on yachts. Dressed in a sharp, minimalist jumpsuit that cost more than a mid-sized sedan, she carried a digital tablet like a tactical weapon. Like Vivienne, Amber had spent years systematically scrubbing her father’s shadow from her professio

Miller said in a sick sing a song voice. Amber looked at the blank screen with pain. She cannot kill Samuel. She raised him with her hands from the day he was born. She love that little boy so much. She cannot willing harm him. But at the same time, she cannot let someone else kill her brother. Her brother and her mother are the only family members left for her to live for. She couldn't decide what to do. Miller has been blackmailing her for a couple of days now. She looked at Samuel with guilt and sadness.

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

Todd studied Ann and realised there was a difference between Ann and Amber, Amber has a mole at the right corner of her mouth and Ann has a mole at the left corner of her mouth “Ann, what am about to tell you is a serious matter and I need you to tell me the truth" Amber began talking to Ann in a serious manner “wow sis, turn down the serious tone a notch” Ann said mockingly “Am serous Ann, please listen" Amber said “Okay, okay, am listening” Ann said throwing her hands in the hand indicating she surrenders. “Were you in an accident two years ago" Amber asked with all seriousness, Ann look down and didn’t say anything

A few queries and wrong rooms later found her at one of the guest suites where the two ladies were. The guest room had a simple queen-sized bed and a balcony overlooking the pale blue waves that bobbed gently under the moonlit sky. Outside, a band of three played jazz on a helipad as a few of the guests mingled around the pool, all eagerly waiting for the unveiling of the mysterious Millenia. “Amber darling!” Bree threw her arms around Amber and gave her a warm embrace. “How have you been? Has he been treating you well?” “Yes..” Amber flushed red at the memory of her first night.

Elle wrinkled up her nose. I groaned and covered my face with my hands. Another thing to have to think about! “Yeah, and I think one of those sex partners are sitting up in the packhouse sipping tea with Reza and Reya,” I sighed, resting my head on Elle’s shoulder. “Who?” she demanded to know, her interest peaked. “A red haired bitch called Amber. I remember seeing her in tabloids with him when we were still at Cambridge. She’s some clothing designer or something,” I elaborated, knowing a simple name would never be enough to satisfy Eliana’s thirst for information.