City Of Ember Book Synopsis นิยาย & เรื่องราว

More importantly, why target Ember? I leaned back slowly. For the first time that morning, my full attention locked onto the problem. Because it was no longer a simple kidnapping attempt. Lewis must have reached the same conclusion. “I don’t like it.” Neither did I. The room fell silent. I stared at the image again. Every instinct I possessed told me we were missing something important. “Dig deeper.” Lewis nodded. “Already started.” I leaned forward. “Someone put her in that room with Ember.” My voice had gone colder than intended.

Ember *TW: Fun Times ahead, if you’re not interested, you can skip it without missing out on the story line* Everything seemed to happen at once and before she knew it, they were in his car speeding along a road with the airconditioning at full blast on her face. “We’re nearly there, Ember. I know your first heat is the worst, but I’m here with you and you just have to tell me what you want.” He soothed her, while he rested his hand on her thigh.

At his side, Ember reveled in the heat, lifting her face to the rays of the sun, soaking it in. He watched her, in between sweeping gazes over the street and buildings around them, ever vigilant for attack, for there were always those humans who sought to prey on others. The sun had reddened her cheeks, forehead, and nose, and her hair shimmered with absorbed heat. She was storing energy, basking in the bright golden rays of sunshine. Her beauty astonished and awed him. Like a flame, she was both fragile and fierce, the warmth of a hearth, but also the danger of a raging forest fire.

The winds shifted, carrying her words into the night, all the way to Ember Hollow, where Isabella stirred in her sleep, her dreams thick with whispers and fire. ----- A crimson sun loomed over Ember Hollow, casting a blood-red hue across the charred lands below. The air was thick with tension, a silence so loud it buzzed in the ears of those who dared walk the crumbling paths of the realm. In the distance, the spires of the ancient Council Fortress pierced the sky like obsidian daggers, a silent reminder of the power still held by those who sat in the shadows.

Hope's POV “Emberfang?” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. A chill ran down my spine, seizing my entire body in an icy grip. No. This had to be a joke. Was Lucian toying with me? My breath came in short, shaky bursts as I slowly unwrapped my arms from Orion, dread clawing at my chest. My lips trembled, fear settling deep in my bones at the thought of returning to that hellhole—the place that had broken me piece by piece, the dungeon where I had wasted away for years. I would rather die than go back.

Leaving Erica's office, I felt agitated and on edge. I was used to controlling my emotions and my actions but at this moment I felt like I would explode. I had begun to pry open the safe that I kept locked in my mind and feelings were beginning to seep out while I desperately tried to push them back in. On my way home, I called my husband and told him that I needed a break, and asked if he could watch the children so that I could spend the night at the casino alone. Usually, you would have a good time staying at a casino, but I was more interested in the free room that they give you for gambling there in the past. I needed that free room right now. I do not want to put this burden on my fami

Thorne sprang to his feet and gave chase once again, the sun glinting off his fur, his son’s delighted squeals echoing through the hedges. And in that moment, Ember stayed lying where she was, soaking in the warmth with a satisfied smile, not just from the sun, but from the peace she had fought for and finally found. *** END ***

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.

The night went still again. Ember stood there for a long moment,cold and shaking, feeling all the rises from her skin, she pressed her hand against the window glass. Recalling the words again “He’s not gone”. The words echoed in her head over and over until her pulse began to hit painfully against her ribs. When she finally lay herself down, she didn’t realize she was crying until she tasted salt from her middle lips. Darius’s POV