True Blood Amber Mills Novels & Stories

Hunter “Luna Amber’s private jet has just touched down safely, Alpha.” I gazed calmly at the city below my feet. Inside me, a thunderstorm. Over the years, I've never stopped collecting, gathering. Every piece of news, down to the tiniest detail—I devoured like I was starved. If there were no updates, I'd go through the old news in my mind over and over. Luna Amber Mills. Married for four years, widowed for two. Had a son with Edward Mills, who, upon passing, left her his entire fortune, as well as the full reins of the SilverScent Pack.

asked Al remembering Diana who had also locked her mouth tightly before. "No," replied Ann curtly, or rather this old woman did not understand the meaning of Al's question but she answered it anyway. Ann then placed a cup of coffee in front of Josh, while Gail approached the empty seat on the other side of Al. This hybrid vampire takes care of Gail. Without fear or awkwardness, this young man occupied the chair. "Mom, I want some warm milk," Gail asked. "You think you're still a kid, huh?" Ann replied annoyed but still preparing warm milk for her son.

“It’s fine, Marshall. You have done well. Make sure all of this is untraceable to you or me.” Amber freezes in shock as she tries to make sense of what she has just heard. It sounded like he burnt a family alive, to the ground? It all seemed very mafia-like. She panicked. ‘I am just a small town girl, I’m too young to be associated with the mafia…’ she thinks to herself. She decides to back away slowly and steps right into Damien…well, actually, his broad chest. Damien starts in surprise. “What are you doing hiding behind that shelf?” he asks. “I…err…I wanted to pick up …” Amber looks around desperately for an excuse, “...a pack of Tylenol, for you!”

Rina’s voice sounded excited on the other end, “Oh my God, how are you holding up?” “It's been… a lot,” Amber stated, resting her back against her pillows. “He took me out for breakfast.” “Ouuuu, nice. That's one romantic gesture,” Rina teased. “You guys are now beginning to get along.” Amber groaned, “Oh please, it was a disaster.” “Really? What happened?” “Isabel Miller showed up.” “NO WAYYY!” Rina exclaimed. “The heiress to the Miller's empire? That's crazy. I heard she's one feisty lady. And rude as hell.”

I grabbed Mila’s hand and yanked her toward one of the other doors. “A closet? Really?” she asked, pressing up against me. “Did you see another option?” Before she could protest the office door burst open and Amber stumbled in. Her giggle filled the space, followed by the hushed, nervous voice of a man. “Amber, this is a bad idea. If your father finds out—” “That’s the point,” Amber snapped. “He’s done enough to me. I want to do something bad in return.” The man hesitated, but she grabbed his collar and pulled him into another heated kiss.

Mia said as Amber slowly turns the Mentol 50% alcohol into the small tumblers. "I'm all ears" Amber nods. "I'll be acting along side with Josephine Langford" Mia said forcing a smile. "Wow! Another celebration" Amber impatiently gulp the drink and turn in another. "After We Collided is a great movie that hit N*****x studio up till today, what's your part?" Amber asks anxiously and Mia pull her stool closer to the table and stretches her neck towards Amber. "It's a secret, don't tell Lucas." Mia whispers softly in a pleading tone.

Her eyes darted to where Eric stood, and she hesitated. “She did what, Amber?” I prompted. “She planned this whole thing with Emily.” Her body trembled, probably as she relived the memories of that place. I clenched my fist—for a second, I felt everything at once. I wanted to scream and, at the same time, break something—preferably, Mallory’s nose. “Who the hell is Emily?” Trent asked, beating me to it. “The woman who lured me from here.” Amber answered, lowering her head. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gone…” Janine shuffled closer to her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

Took his own sister out first, then staged the rest. I pushed my chair back, voice rough. “Well, Marissa is still alive. And I’m going to make sure she dies properly this time. I’ll be the one planning her funeral for real.” The words had barely left my mouth when I turned toward the doorway. Amber stood at the bottom of the staircase, one hand gripping Zam’s tightly. Her face had gone completely white, eyes wide with raw shock. Zam looked between us, confused, still clutching her teddy bear.

Perhaps there was a reason his father had openly doted on his brother. Their sister, Amber, had hung herself shortly after their brother, Damall had been killed. Damall had simply been found stabbed to death. It was evident that there had been a fight of sorts and that Damall’s opponent had won, taking Damall’s life as the reward for winning. Amber had been strangely silent for a while before Damall’s body was discovered. After Damall’s body was found rumours began to circulate that Amber had witnessed Damall’s death and that she even knew who had killed him. Their father had questioned her, even beaten her to try and get the truth from her but she had not spoken. She had merely become more