Novel & Cerita City Of Ember Audiobook

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

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."

*Damian* *Three months later* So what has happened in the last three months you ask? Well nothing. Boring ass shit that you readers think is a critical plot point. Well it’s not one of those stories! And if you were any smarter than the book character that you’re reading about… you should probably listen to the book character! ‘Oh haha fourth wall break, maybe it is something important’. Listen here reader, it's my story and I don’t care what you think it’s not gonna happen. I sigh, anyways now that that’s out of the mind, I have been doing some chores around Ember’s farm. It’s gradually getting hotter as summer rolls around. I had quickly become accustomed to farm life. I had made some frie

“I’ll do my best, my sweet Esmerelda.” My name coming from the depths of his throat made my heart leap with desire. It had to be one of the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard. I willed my reluctant body out of his inviting embrace and forced my long, slender legs to take me back into the parlor where Nora and Anton were enjoying good conversation and even better brandy. “Anton was telling me a little about time traveling,” she said as we sat in our respective chairs. “It’s quite fascinating.”

The acrid scent of the smoke still clung to Ava, a harsh reminder of the fire that took her parents. At eight, her world was a scary, gray place. A cruel twist of fate left her alone, an orphan in a world that didn't make sense anymore. A warm hand touched her shaking shoulder. Tears blurred her vision as she looked up at a strong man. He seemed so strong, unlike the weakness she felt. His kind face showed he understood. "Please don't... don't... Please don't kill me too," she whispered, her voice small and scared.

Ember mumbled to herself, “But I fucking need him still.” Ember stopped in front of her apartment door and opened it with her key. Once she got inside, Ember removed her top shirt, leaving her in her sports bra. Ember went to the other side of her bed and opened the curtains. The street of Pinephil city isn’t that appealing to tourists at all. But the lights at this night hour would give justice and beauty to the city at least. “A sparkling façade of the gruesome life here.” Ember scoffed and softly closed the curtain. She went to her desk and opened her computer. She was about to take a seat when someone knocked on her door.

"I should pretend, after sleeping with my boyfriend on my bed, who gives a rat's ass about you, I wish everyone of you dies." "Hey, stop that,' Jeremy whispered as he got close to me. I shrugged his arm off me and continued. "I don't know what you actually think you are by getting in bed with my boyfriend, but I hate you so much, you disgust me. I wish you would die on a train and be scattered to pieces." "How dare you?" He snarled, wanting to attack me when Noah blocked his path and shook his head. "Don't do this, Aiden."

Guardians, maybe, or echoes of the First Ones Sylvara mentioned. Before I can ask, a new figure steps from the shadows of the courtyard’s edge—a woman with skin like burnished copper and hair that flickers like flames, cascading down her back in waves of red and gold. Her aura is a blaze of orange and crimson, so intense it makes my eyes water. She’s older than Sera, maybe in her thirties, but the resemblance is unmistakable: the same fiery energy, the same sharp jawline, the same way of moving like she’s daring the world to challenge her. “Lena, this is Cassia Emberheart,” Sylvara says, gesturing to the woman. “She’s an elemental, like your friend Sera, and a guardian of the Hollow’s southe

I stepped into the car without a word and the door closed softly behind me. As the vehicle pulled into traffic, I turned my gaze toward the window. The city lights reflected across the glass as buildings slid past one after another. Everywhere I looked, there were people. Thousands of them, maybe millions. Music drifting through open doors. Somewhere out there… Ember could be walking these streets. Breathing this air… living somewhere within this endless sea of strangers. I clenched my hand slightly against my knee. I would find her, no matter how long it took. No matter how deep this city tried to hide her.

"You'll stay there until I decide what to do with you. Think of it as... forced meditation. Very character-building." "This is insane," Ash whispers, tears streaming down his face. "We're going to die here." "We're not dying," I say with more confidence than I feel. "We're going to figure out how to escape, get River, and somehow convince this deranged lizard to help us fight demons." "I heard that," Ember calls. "And I'm not deranged. I'm eccentric. There's a difference." Hours pass. Or maybe days. It's hard to tell in the cave with no natural light. Ember continues organizing her hoard with meticulous care, occasionally launching fireballs at imaginary threats and talking to herself about