City Of Ember Reading Level Novels & Stories

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 ***

“Oh here Em. It’s a card you haven’t opened.” Em looked at the card with her name on the outside. She didn’t know who it could be from… She started reading, immediately realizing it was from Finley. It read: Dear Emerson, I hope you understand why I’m writing this, I don’t know if I could get through the words saying them face to face. I wanted to ask you a favor… even though you don’t owe me one. Please take care of Quinn. Our whole lives he’s taken care of everyone else. He sure took care of me. And I know he will take care of you. But he needs looking after too. He won’t let anyone else do it. But I know he’s opening up, and becoming a different and better person now. And that’s all becau

“Ember…” “But now,” Ember whispered, “so are you.” She pressed her palm to Kaela’s heart. The fire flared — not the soft warmth from before, but a violent surge of red and gold that burned through Kaela’s body. Kaela gasped, her eyes wide, and for a moment, it looked like the flames might consume them both. Then it was over. Kaela’s head fell back, her breath gone. Ember pulled her hand away, her fingers shaking. Her eyes flickered gold again, then black. “She was already dying,” she said quietly. “I only made it fast.”

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.

There’s no need to sugarcoat urgent things like this. Ember went silent for a while, she looked at Liam, reading his thoughts and she couldn’t read him. He was so good at hiding his own emotions, Ember thought. “What did you see in that dream? Or whatever it is? I think you can help us if you tell me anything that you saw, it could be useful.” Ember swallowed the lump in her throat. What did she see? A lot of dead people. Blood. She saw death. She bit her lower lip to suppress the surges of her emotions. She saw young children being burned alive.

Ember intended to sleep with Jamie and Avery that night since Caleb was absent. The two children laid on Ember's left and right sides, and she carried a picture book in her hand, telling the story to them in a soft voice. Ember was telling the story of a tadpole searching for its mother. Avery had heard that many times before, but he listened closely because Ember was the one speaking. The story was only halfway through when Jamie couldn't help but ask, "Aunt Ember, did the tadpole find its mom in the end?" Jamie stared at Ember with teary eyes, bringing a sudden sadness in her heart.

“Because you keep it steady. And you never gloat.” Carolina considered this, then flicked her a half-hearted salute. “I’m saving it up.” Night swelled quickly, shedding the usual half-measures. The city felt like it was holding its breath, the old tides struggling against new, raw currents. They met Ember in an old cold-room behind a cannery, redolent of rust and fish bones. She was smaller than Carolina expected, her face crowded with the delicate geometry of someone who had never, for a moment, been a child.

I jump up and, in a panic, wave my hands up and down through the air. ‘My hand! It's on fire! What do I do, Ember?’ I’m squawking and flapping about like a dazed baby bird. Ember rolls onto his back and feigns sweetness. He isn’t worried at all. I soon realise the flame isn't burning me. ‘You knew I could do this, didn't you?’ I ask him. Ember stands and nuzzles his face against my calve like a cat. I close my hand, and the flame disappears.

"Well, it's my pet. I can't find it, dunno where it went. My poor baby." "Ohh, please don't worry. I will help you find it, what's its name?" "It's called Ember." "I see, what color is it?" "It has a striking coat of fur that is marbled with white, black, and blue. It looks very cute. Oh, and it has amber eyes." "Alright." Maryn walked towards the garden while looking for the pet the old granny told her about. "Ember, are you there? Ember? Can you hear me?"

No doubt, he cares and loves her to the moon and to saturn. Even sweating, there is no strong force that could stop Emily from bopping to the music. This is her life. She is a certified club party girl in Manila. She is as excited as the newly-hatched baby birds as their parents feed them when she knew that there is a newly-opened club in this town. It is near the shore, that is why most of the people inside are tourists. Most of them are foreign blooded people. They must be loving the tourist destinations and the company of the people for them to keep visiting the country. "Oh, sorry," Emily uttered when she bump into someone's back while jumping and swaying her body.