True Blood Amber Mills Novels & Stories

She agreed and I led her to the nearest booth, figuring privacy would be best for the coming conversation. She looked disappointed when I took the seat across from her instead of sitting next to her. She reached for my hands that were resting on the table but I pulled back. It was hard enough being so close with her delicious scent enveloping me. I wanted to keep a clear head and didn't need to add the legendary sparks to the mix. “Where are you from, Amber? Because I know everyone here in Glass Moon and you definitely aren’t from around here.” “I’m from Forest Trails. One of my friends came here for warrior training and found his mate. Some of my other friends and I came here to meet her an

Amber didn’t know whether to wave or say something. Mother and daughter stared at each other for a long moment until Amber broke eye contact, got into the car, and drove off. The event was one meant for pack nobles,the mating ceremony of the son of the pack’s richest trader and the first daughter of a Rogue king. Amber was indeed a noble, and she was the Beta’s woman. She started going out with the Beta after his original mate died. She was his second-chance mate. “You’re late,” Liam said, pulling her into a hug.

I was at one of the final locations, speaking with the curator of a mall as they took down the last exhibit, when a familiar voice, hoarse and trembling, called out— “Liam!” I turned, and my stomach dropped. Amber. She was running towards me. She looked awful, pale, sickly, and far too thin. Her aged face had been clawed. Her eye… gone. Holy shit. So it’s true. Was this Michael’s doing? And that bastard was still out there, walking freely? Oh, I’m going to enjoy tearing him into shreds. “Hi, handsome,” she sang weakly, ripping me from my thoughts

Blood welled up, dark and thick. "Ah!" I gasped, yanking my hand back on pure instinct. The searing pain made my vision tunnel to black. "Look at that color. So pretty," Amber cooed, crouching down to dip a finger in the puddle. "Just as red as the blood you’re spilling." She stood up and waved at her goons. "You two, have some fun. Smash it all." "No!" I lunged for the wine racks. "Those are priceless!"

I said and she smiled pulling in to a tight hug, now I was so sure that I had a family that loves me more than anything. The silence made Maggie feel like her heart was in her throat, she turned to Brenda who leaned forward and held her sweaty palm in hers. Maggie's gaze turned back to Mrs Jones who walked out of Amelia's room. They both stood up ready to fire questions at the doctor but stopped when a bed was rolled out of the ICU with Amelia on it, Maggie panicked a sob escaping her lips. "She's gone " Brenda asked trying to calm Maggie who was had grown weak immediately. "No" was all Mrs. Jones whispered and they both turned there attention to her not sure what she meant.

He can still remember every inch of her perfectly beautiful hourglass body. All this time, Amber was clueless of her husband’s lustful thoughts. She released a breath once she successfully treated the wounds and expertly wrapped the gauze. She couldn’t help but remember those days where she had to treat her own wounds by herself when the Millers treated her like garbage. “All done! Now, don’t you ever hurt yourself again!” she pointed a finger at him but found him staring deeply downwards. She looked down and gasped. She covered her chest with an arm and used the other to slap Max’s shoulder.

She spotted Beta Declan by the pool table and approached, hooking his keys out of her back pocket as she stepped down into the room. "I take it my car is still in one piece, Sapphira?" He asked, a slight glimmer in his eye as he chalked his cue. "Yes, Beta. Thank you." She blushed, feeling several eyes turn on her as she dipped her head and handed him the keys. "I think this is the first time I've seen you in here." Gamma Brandon smirked, taking a swig from his drink. "Not one for social gatherings, Sapphira?" The Gamma's mate, Hunter, winked.

“Miss Amber, your blood is the only blood that matches Mr Morgan's blood perfectly. The percentage was almost a hundred percent.” “How? Why?” Mrs Morgan said with some shock.

"I-I understand, Sir." The moment Paul left, Matthias heaved a sigh. "You don't know what you are doing to me, Amber." *** "Sir, based on the pieces of information that I got, Miss Amber is still going to a university and works as a part-time waitress in a coffee shop." "What's the name of the coffee shop?" he asked as he reached for the remote and turned on the television. "SnowMoon Coffee shop, Sir." "I see." Matthias looked at the television until a news about a famous celebrity popped. He was about to turn the TV off, but he suddenly saw a familiar face.

"And where's this little brat coming back from since last night?" Marian snapped from the side, cutting Amber off before she could answer her father. Amber stopped near the entrance, her tired eyes immediately turning toward Marian with quiet irritation. She had barely stepped inside, yet her mother had already found a reason to question her. Amber was returning home that morning after leaving the Winchester estate the previous night. Her mind remained heavy with everything that had happened there, leaving her emotionally drained and unable to pretend that she was perfectly fine.