City Of Ember Reading Level 소설 & 이야기

explained Grace. With hesitation, Sarah just followed the walking pace Grace away from the inspection area. She too looks in the eyes of her comrades which nodded on her as a sign of understanding. The city of ember was once of the biggest mining area around the Earth. It was for this reason that this place was enriched with natural gasses and minerals. Another factor adding to their enrichment was the Volcano of Ember. It never once exploded but it has streams underground that deliver minerals from the Volcano to the mainland.

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.

Ember: Ember sat at her desk, surrounded by stacks of financial reports and tax returns. She was focused on reconciling a particularly tricky account, her eyes scanning the numbers with a practiced intensity. But as she glanced up at the clock on the wall, her gaze was drawn to the long hand ticking its way towards the 12, and the short hand resting on the 4. It was 4:00 PM, the official end of her workday. Ember felt a sense of relief wash over her, and she closed her eyes, letting out a quiet sigh. She saved her work on the computer, tidied up her desk, and began to pack up her things.

Ember sat on the tiny balcony of her rented apartment as beads of perspiration dripped down her temples from the sweltering afternoon sun. Three weeks later, she still wasn't acclimated to the weather. She sighed and wiped the sweat from her temples with her hands. She squinted her eyes as she scanned the newspaper for employment listings, frowning. While doing so, Ember fought the desire to read the gossip column, knowing full well that doing so would leave her with a sour taste in her mouth.

I can't imagine a greater freedom than that. The End . . . . . Ember Casey is a USA Today bestselling author who writes sizzling romances about wicked billionaires, Hollywood bad boys, playboy princes, and rugged adventures. Her other works include His Wicked Games and the Fontaines of Hollywood series. You can find more about her work at EmberCasey.com.

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'.