روايات وقصص ضمن City Of Ember Reading Level

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

"Do you read?" "Gina used to teach me how to, but my father warned me that—" "Yes, knowledge is bad. I get it. Do you still know how to?" Lexi nodded. "I was opportune to know the basic." "Good." And before Karl could suggest it, Lexi said, "I'd like to tour the city to see if they have a library." Karl arched both eyebrows. "I'll like to read," she said. "Oh wow. Uhm, wow. Okay." Karl searched for words. "Yes. Sure. Uhm, I'll speak to the queen to see if you have unlimited access to their greatest collection."

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

“She wouldn’t hurt Angelica, would she? I mean, she’s just a child. She can’t possibly understand everything that’s going on.” Ember didn’t answer my question right away. She held out her hand and blew softly into her palm. A small ball of flame sputtered to life, illuminating where we stood in the darkness. The light flickered and waned, dancing as its casted shadows along Ember’s high cheekbones and plump lips.

Recognition. Ember felt it at first, the scenery vibrating through her like a plucked string. Suddenly, I was back in the Emberclaw library, three weeks ago, the clock reading two in the morning. I was reaching for a book behind a locked case, a book I had absolutely no business touching. The lock was simple enough, but the contents? Not so much.

About Ember. The air itself seemed alive with laughter, clinking cups, and the hum of voices weaving together like music. My nose twitched as wave after wave of aromas reached me—roasted meats, fresh bread, honeyed fruits, and spiced wine. Ember stirred within me at once, pressing against my consciousness, her excitement flooding me like sparks dancing along my skin. Meat, she purred, her hunger mixing with mine until I almost laughed aloud.

I want to reply and say I'm reading, but I think that’s already obvious. “I asked you a damn question,” she yells, smacking the book against my head. My head whips up, my wet hair slapping my face as I glare at her, anger bubbling beneath the surface. "Are you fucking glaring at me right now?" Ember's voice slices through the air like a whip as she raises the book menacingly, poised to strike. I instinctively close my eyes, bracing myself for the impending impact, but it never comes. Peeking through my lashes, I'm surprised to see someone has intervened, grasping Ember's hand. My gaze shifts to Eric, confusion furrowing my brow as I wonder what he's doing here.

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.

Mia fiddled with the files she was holding before bringing out a card "This came in when you were out to have lunch" Elle raised an eyebrow at the card. Looking at it, it looked like an invitation card from wealthy personnel who could be hosting a party. As a well-known businesswoman, Elle received different types of invitations every time. Everybody wanted her presence at their party. Elle took the black card swirling it back and forth. Who made this type of invite with dark colors only? Black and ash? What a combination. She opened it to find a weird text 'INVITATION TO GALA— Time– 4 pm — Host Ethan Cephas'.

Ember The dream I had that night was sort of foggy. I saw my mother. She was walking towards a light. In that light, I could see my father's face. "Mom" I called out. She reached dad and then turned around and looked at me, emotionless. A tear fell down her face though, and dad reached out of the light to wipe it off. " Run Ember. Run as far and as fast as you can. Go to Miami. He will not follow you there" , my mom said before stepping into the light with my dad and the light faded. I was soon in utter darkness and I heard a voice behind me in Ryder's voice.