City Of Ember Kindle Novels & Stories

Rebecca's POV Ember broke. Not dramatically — not the way Charlotte broke, which was loudly and with an audience. The way Ember broke was quiet and sudden and worse for both of those things. One moment she was standing in the middle of the corridor being pulled in multiple directions by people asking questions she could not answer, and the next she was not there anymore. She moved fast.

Emerald takes my hand in hers and squeezes it, "I know you want revenge, but right now, finish. Tell me what they did. Focus on having your son back and how much you love him. Can tell they aren't dead but paint the picture in your head that they are." 'Throats ripped out. Intestines were all over the ground, and every limp was ripped from their body. Sounds damn good to me.' Blaze is sleazing, foaming at the mouth, ready to do that. But Emerald, that girl could hail a tornado with just her words, her touch, and again those eyes.

I found it highly interesting, almost amusing, that Ember’s city best friend was sharing the exact same name as the broken factory worker I had left behind in the dirt. Before I could even formulate a response or change into a fresh shirt, Ember was already moving. She grabbed my wrist with a fierce, unyielding grip, her golden eyes flashing with pure excitement as she began pulling me down the long, carpeted hallway of the residential wing, taking me directly toward Amaris’s room. When we finally got to Amaris’s door, Ember didn't hesitate. She knocked sharply against the heavy mahogany wood, calling out into the quiet space. “Ama! Open up, I have someone you need to meet right now!”

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends. See you next time. There'll be more ahead. Thank you!

“Oh, I don’t think so. See, strangers passing through my city? That costs extra.” Ember bristled beside me. “Your city? Looks more like a graveyard.” Kade’s gaze flicked to her again, amusement dancing in his eyes. “And what are you, little phoenix? The one lighting the way?” The air grew heavier, the tension coiling tighter. “Enough,” I said, stepping in front of Ember. “We’re just passing through. Take what you want, and we’ll be gone.” Kade’s smile faded, replaced by something colder.

Because the reality was more uglier than anything I had uttered: I didn’t know how to love her without shattering her. I had dedicated a lifetime to carving away at my soul to construct a realm that Tobias couldn’t invade, and somewhere within that empire of blood and steel, I lost touch with my humanity. Emery brought me back. Each gentle laugh, every subtle challenge, every night she nestled beside me as if unaware she was lying next to a man burdened with more secrets than scars. And now she was aware. She recognized the fractures. She stepped right through them. I stood up slowly, moving towards the floor-to-ceiling window that offered a view of the city. The lights blurred as I blinked,

She watched a woman with silver hair settle into the seat beside her. "Chicago, huh?" The woman's voice was warm, a contrast to the chill of the airport. "Pretty place." Ava denied, a flicker of a smile touching her lips. "No." "No? then where are you headed? She asked further. "Nebraska." She answered, her eyes smiling trying to hide the pain she felt within. "Oh, it's quite a nice city, been there a couple of times." "So, where's the lucky guy waiting for you there?" The woman leaned closer, her eyes crinkling.

We'll see just how long she can keep up. "Run, Ember, run for I'm coming after you. Your doomsday begins. Tick tock tick tock." I let out a laugh. "Grmph grmhm," came a whimpering sound from below. "Shut it, dog!" My hold around it's mouth tightened. "Let's watch our naive little Ember struggle a bit more." Ember's POV~ I approached the store room of the park. I thought I heard some sounds from inside. "Doser? Are you here?"

Vren’s soft chuckle filled my ears before he talked, “What’s wrong having an arrange marriage? I see no problem in that.” “But I could not believe that it was you who—” My brows furrowed, wondering why Papa did not continue his sentence. I peeked on the slight aperture of the door. It was dark that made me confused. I know what my father’s office look like. Supposedly, I should now br seeing a bookshelf and a painting. But I couldn’t see anything except a white botton in front of me. I blinked twice. Wait. Botton? Before I could comprehend everything, the door I am lying at opened, making me almost fall down on the floor if I did not just grasp my hand onto the clothes of the person who open

She yawned, stretching her tired hands. Her phone beeped, and she reached into her pocket, smiling at the caller ID. “Emily?” she called, feeling warmth despite the odd feelings she had earlier. Her sadness disappeared in no time. “It’s late already, probably 4 pm,” she said, stopping in her tracks. “You found a place already?” “Yes,” Emily replied from across the call. “Your dad is with me. California seemed perfect to start a new life. We saw an apartment that you will like.”