An Ember In The Ashes Audiobook Novels & Stories

Why did I have a feeling that Jack or his guard was trying to fuck with me? The guard came running back in with a girl trailing behind him “Tell boss what you found out” “I went to act like a nosy civilian Sir, and someone set a car on fire with a dead body in the boot” “What kind of car?” I growled. “A black Mercedes Benz C class” She stammered. “Fucking Jack” I screamed. Zac woke me up in the morning bringing my breakfast and coffee, Doc came in soon after with my drops. “Would you like me to wait until after you have eaten?”

Buried Ashes ​Lucian's POV ​The damp chill of the private hangar off Terminal 4 clung to the wool of my coat like a shroud. Outside, London rain lashed against the corrugated steel, a low, relentless drumming that sounded too much like water against the hull of a boat. ​I didn't take off my gloves. I couldn't. My hands had been cold for six months, ever since the phone call came through in the middle of a board meeting in Manhattan. An offshore explosion. Unrecoverable remains. Deep water.

"Mrs. Lawson bought a flight ticket to Idani today." Yoel finally smiled, and he told Henry to book him a ticket for the same flight immediately. "That's right. Felicity has always wanted to check out an art exhibition with me. I'll just have to comfort her a little!" He walked out the door as he spoke, and he was gone from the surveillance footage in just ten seconds. I turned my phone off and took out the SIM card, throwing both the card and the phone in the trash can nearby. I figured I wouldn't need them anymore.

Emerson She and Aspen had finally calmed down enough to come out of the bathroom. But they both stopped dead when they heard Quinn talking. Em didn’t know what to think of all these revelations. Why wouldn’t he just talk to her and tell her how he was feeling? He went to a lot of trouble to try and run her off. And even with him explaining why he did all those things, she didn’t know how she felt about that. When Asher spilled the beans that she was listening, Quinn said “son of a bitch” and turned around slowly. Now would be the perfect time for that talk they needed to have.

She has seen 2 of his books in the dashboard and to her madness, she get 1 of it and tear and crush apart its pages. "Damn you, Apollo!," she curses and throw away the ripped and crumbled-like book in the backseat. When the driver seat door opens, a flying pocket book hit Apollo's face. He clenches his teeth and give her a death glare. He is on the verge of erupting too, but he swallowed hard at Emily's reasonable behavior. Nevertheless, it is very evident from his action that he is mad too. He throws her bag hardly at the backseat that it makes a creaky sound. That made her flinch.

Cursing, Asher turned off the shower and wrapped his wet body in his black robe. He immediately pulled a cigarette from his stash and lit it. “Damn!” He would only smoke if things got out of hand and he can’t answer questions that have been bugging him. And what happened in the carnival last night bothers the hell out of him. What is Emerald? Was she a monster? A witch? A vampire? Or maybe a shapeshifter. He doesn’t know the answer to it, and neither did Marana. Asher was lost deep in his thoughts when he heard a knock on his door. His eyebrows knitted and waited for the person to talk.

*WARNING: The beginning of this chapter contains material that some may find sensitive/ offensive. Read at your own discretion or skip to after the first scene break "#".* Narrator- Back in the forest, the birds began their matinee song. Miranda had fallen asleep from the pain, and Asher sat at the foot of the bed, lost in thought.

Ember wasn’t sure how, but she got caught up into things and found herself dancing around the flames with them, feeling drunk and free for the first time in forever. It seemed like forever and no time at all, before she collapsed onto the soft clover carpet and lay there dazed and feeling a little drunk…or high, she wasn’t sure which. Absently she realized that Grizelda and Cordelia were disappearing into the shadows as the fire died down into glowing embers. She should probably go with them, but she couldn’t get her limbs to move. A moment later she felt the sparkles dancing over her skin and then saw Ash’s concerned face. She gave him a loopy smile; she had no idea what they did or what

When Ember finally arrived, she hurriedly parked her car in-between some trees, to keep it away from sight, looking around to make sure, no one was secretly watching, she ran towards the direction of the mansion Her knees felt weak below her, as she saw, the state of her family house. The condition of it was beyond anything she could have imagined. The once-beautiful estate, with its pretty gardens and elegant architecture, was now reduced to an abandoned site, filled with ashes. Ember’s heart ached and her body whimpered, as she took in the scene, the reality of her loss hitting her like a physical blow. ~~~Ember~~~ "Ember" a voice called out, breaking me from my daze. I turned around to se

The stillness in the barracks felt suffocating. The once lively atmosphere, filled with the laughter and camaraderie of my friends, had become a stark void of unease and unspoken words. I lay in my bunk, my body throbbing from the injuries I sustained in the attack. The physical agony was manageable; it was the emotional chasm that left me feeling desolate. My gaze drifted across the room, fixing on Ember engrossed in a book. "Ember," I called softly, wincing as I propped myself up. "What's happening?"