An Ember In The Ashes Audiobook Novels & Stories

The fire had burned low, its flames shrinking to glowing embers that pulsed like a heartbeat in the dark. The clearing smelled of smoke, blood, and the cold dampness of the retreating mist. No one spoke at first. They were all listening—to the silence, to the echo of the Exile’s scream still lingering in their bones.

Snow smashes against the glass as if something is outside, pushing, testing the limit. Mom’s face drains of color. “He’s at the boundary.” Noelle’s smile returns, soft and eerie. “He’s calling you again.” “I don’t want to hear him!” “You don’t need to want it.” The lamps flicker into darkness. Milo drops to his knees, arms wrapped tight around himself. Aunt Ruby rushes to him. “Sweetheart, breathe—” I feel something cold brush my mind. A whisper.A voice buried deep.Like winter humming in my skull.

"Sicko'' by Amo Jones, a fantastic writer. But she is different from the rest of the writers out there. She has more of an appetite for romance. So, yes, she is that good. I was already close to chapter 5 when I heard something outside my window. So I sat up and used my bookmark where I could stop reading, so I didn't lose my place. So, I closed the book and set it aside by the night table. I felt my heart beating so fast and hard inside my chest. I had a lot running on in my thoughts. I didn't mean to, but what if it's not Jayson. But I knew he said I would be seeing him not later, but soon, he told me. I licked my lips. "Stop being a pussy, Ashely, '' I heard Envy say. I rolled my eyes. Yo

Saavi had put her full body weight on Dhruv who held her like he was protecting her. "Dhruv," Saavi called him running her index finger on his bicep. "Yes, love." "Why do you call me Ember To My Flame?" she asked remembering when she was about to commit suicide Dhruv stopped her and confessed Saavi was The Ember to his Flame. "Interesting Question, love." Dhruv smiled before asking, "Do you know what Ember is?" Saavi raised her head from his chest and nodded vigorously. She answered her husband as she said, "Yes, a piece of wood or coal that is not burning, but is still red and hot after a fire has died."

Right when I scanned my boarding pass and stepped through the gate, he called out, "Lucille, is there really no chance for us?" I did not stop walking. That was the clearest answer I could give him. The flight from Ember City to Cascade City flew by, just three hours. I had never been to Cascade City before. It was chillier than I expected. I checked into the cozy B&B I had booked instead of some fancy hotel. I wanted to feel the pulse of the place.

Ember’s POV The smoke burned my lungs, thick and bitter as ash. My legs buckled halfway down the cliff, but I forced them to move. Every rock scraped my palms raw, every breath tasted like fire. And then that voice. That voice I hadn’t heard since the night everything was stolen from me. “Hello, Ember.” My head whipped up. Through the curtain of smoke and flame stood a figure carved from my past broad-shouldered, unhurried, smiling like he’d been pulling the strings all along. My heart stopped.

He had grey eye, he's tall, he has a very chiseled face, he is wearing black suit minus jacket, the black shirt he is wearing tucked half out from his pant , his hair is very messy as he run his fingers through them many times. I tilted my head as I asked " yes?" He kept looking at me with blank expression. I grew nervous from his gaze. "You know me right? I am sorry I don't remember anything" I said hurriedly. He remove his gaze to nurse gesturing her to give some privacy. When the nurse leave he give me a small comforting smile showing his dimples . Cute. "Hi , My name is Asher Creed" he said in a husky voice. I don't know why hearing his voice a shiver erupt in my whole body.

*Damian* I could tell that something was going through Ember’s mind the whole time we ate. Something was bothering her and it was almost like she was hesitant to talk about it. Her mother had told us to get to bed since we would work early in the morning. I decided that I could sleep in Ember’s cabin since she had room to spare. I may not be sleeping on a bed but it was worth the warmth of the cabin. But as soon as I closed my eyes, I heard sniffling. I listened closely as the sniffling turned into crying and it was coming from Ember’s room. Was she crying? I don’t know if I should go in interrupting her sleep to see? “Go to her.” Drago sympathizes. I got off the floor to walk over to her do

Cindy Grimm needed a job, and sleuthing around about former residents of her beach house did not count. Setting her laptop aside, she went downstairs to the bedroom. Rome was pacing back and forth, his manuscript in his hand, as he read his lines aloud. She watched him for a few moments, a smile on her face. He was so talented. Even without someone replying to him, she could feel the passion of the scene unfolding around her.

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.