City Of Ember Reading Level Novels & Stories

Another one named Jeremy came in with a bright smile. He was a beautiful lad. He had orange hair, brown bright gazes…. Why does Landon have such beautiful people around him? Are they actually his friends? They seem like individuals from rich families and he seemed a lot happier around them. He came to me with a handshake. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Jeremy.” I handshake him as well. “I’m Larisa. It’s nice to meet you too.” Everyone was so freaking nice to me. They all kept practicing for what I couldn’t clearly understand.

In an attempt to coax her out of her shell, I asked, “What do you plan to do with your time?” Ember looked at her feet. “I… don’t know,” she admitted shyly, shame sliding into the spaces between her words. “Well, what sorts of things do you like to do? Do you like to read?” Her face lit up when I mentioned reading. She smiled, and it was small but genuine. “I used to steal books from the library at the castle,” she told me. Her voice was low and held a thread of excitement as she spoke about her thievery, as though she was sharing a precious secret with me. “I was strictly forbidden from entering the library. My father never allowed me to read, I don’t even think he knows that I can. But one

“We’re besties! Better than besties, we’re two halves of a whole, we’re peanut butter and jelly, ice cream and chocolate sauce, bacon and eggs…We’re the best thing to hit this pack, ever! I’ll be the action and you’ll be the smarts! We’ve got this; you’ll see.” Ember rolled her eyes with amusement at her excitable wolf. She was definitely not the strong silent type. “Pfft, of course not; the strong silent type is overrated; besides, I finally get to be heard after all this time. It’s amazing not having to sit in silence all the time and I love it.” She supposed that was to be expected; she might be more willing to talk like Lume was if people actually cared about what she had to say.

Ember hadn't been that anxious in a long while. Ember had slow and cautious steps that were also reluctant, she didn't know what she could do to fix it or if Zaire would even be bothered by it. He wasn't even readable so it was so hard to understand whatever he was thinking. She wouldn't actually be able to tell it apart. She just wanted to be able to explain herself.

“You’ve said that every single round.” From the corner of the room, Ember flipped a page in the book resting on her knee. She sat cross-legged on a bench, entirely relaxed, as if she were in a café instead of a combat facility. “She says it because she believes if she repeats it enough, her muscles will unionise and stop complaining.” Piper shot her a look. “You’re supposed to be encouraging.” “I am,” Ember said without looking up. “I’m encouraging you to accept that you are, in fact, human and you're exhausted.”

Ember’s vision went black as the last of her strength drained and she dropped to the ground. ****** Caleb watched as Ember went to close her door, but then immediately turned around and walked back out again. Where are you going? He thought to himself as he carefully followed her so she wouldn’t notice. At first, he could feel his wolf start to grumble as the thought passed through his mind that she might be going to him. But when she didn't turn towards the guest wing but towards the kitchens instead, he realized she was headed outside. Caleb turned towards the front entrance and crossed the front lawn as he casually walked up the steps to the walkway. He nodded at one of the warriors on pe

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.

It is a harsh sound. “You expect me to buy that? You bled from your eyes, and she wiped it away like it was communion wine. And the bird in the garden. I saw that with my own eyes! I went out there and looked at the burnt grass. No normal girl does that. You carry something foul, Ember. Do not stand there and play the frightened victim with me.”

Bastion She stands at the window again. Always looking outward, like the world beyond the castle walls is still whispering to her. Like something out there is calling her name and she’s pretending not to hear it. It makes my jaw tighten. I tell myself it’s nothing. Queens look at their cities. Brides dream. Ember has always been like this, somewhat distant, thoughtful, too much fire in her veins to ever fully settle. But she didn’t used to feel out of reach. I move closer, letting my presence press into the space behind her. She doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t lean into me either. That matters more than it should.

“So, when are either of you going to tell me why I’m really here?” Ember coughed, choking a bit on whatever she was eating. Damian though, looked like he was trying to hold back a smile. He patted his mate on the back, but it was half-assed as she grabbed the glass of wine and took a sip. “I don’t know what you mean.” I rolled my eyes. “Oh please. You didn’t just call me all the way from school to teach a high school Latin class for the year.” They were quiet for a moment before Ember spoke, twirling the liquid in her glass as she did. “I just think…maybe…your mate might be here. Since you are from here. You never know.”