City Of Ember Series Books Romane & Geschichten

I was no longer recognizable, yet I still managed a faint smile at the camera. “Today,” I said, “I buried eighteen skeletons. Exile Island was never some romantic place. It’s a graveyard for boys.” Then, the scene shifted to me sitting beside piles of stark white bones. I wasn’t the only one brought here. There were far too many. At that point, I paused, then raised my hand and waved at the camera. “Hi, Agnes. Long time no see. I wonder, by the time you see this video, will I already be dead? But even if I am, my body will stay here, just like these bones. So, Agnes, don’t forget to come and collect my corpse.”

“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.

A black car pulled up in front of the house, and he got inside. Ember looked at the books that Ivan had sent her. A bodyguard brought those books to her, and a smile appeared on her face as she gazed at her favorite subjects' books. She took little steps toward their bedroom, feeling discomfort due to the pain between her legs. Entering the bedroom, Ember placed the books on the bed and started checking them. As she flipped through the pages of one book, she discovered a note inside it. Reading the note, her emotions were a mix of surprise and a strange feeling in her stomach. It was a message from Ivan, referring to himself as her handsome, monster, and idiot husband. Although she didn't sm

Maverick I was just about to go to bed, but The knock at the door shattered my late-night reverie, and I hesitated, wondering who'd disturb me at this hour. I took a quick glance at the clock and saw that it was past 1am in the morning. I closed the book I was reading before placing it on the nightstand, i went to open the door. Ember was standing at the door, with her son hugged to her chest, I must admit the nightwear clung to her body, bringing her perfect shape into view.

She liked to imagine that she actually mattered to him. Well, all that was in the past now, and Ember had carefully constructed a new life for herself in Nova City. She was now an accountant in a crisp business suit and a calculator, working for the prestigious oil firm, Blackwood Energy. As she sat at her desk, typing away at her computer, Ember's gaze would occasionally drift out the window, to the steel and concrete canyons of the city. She had built a new identity for herself, one that didn't involve pack politics or ancient secrets. Her coworkers knew her as a quiet, efficient, and fiercely organized accountant, not as a werewolf on the run.

Ember. The thought of her consumed my mind even in the heat of battle. I yearned for her safety even as I wanted to be with her. And I could be as soon as I killed Lukas. That son of a bitch was probably lurking somewhere in the city, watching from a safe distance like the spineless coward he was. The sooner I found him, the sooner I’d be able to go to Ember. With renewed vigor, I pushed forward through the oncoming warrior. With Grey and the other shadow walkers at my side, we fought our way through the city streets, the tide of battle gradually shifting in our favor.

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.

Whatever the cause, I found myself gasping for air as my surroundings slowly appeared to me. Lance’s voice was panicked. “Esmerelda! What happened? Are you alright?” He took my face in his hands and, then, positioned his so that it was only inches away from mine. “Look at me.” The oh so familiar sense of well-being and safety that swept over me when I felt the firm warmth of his strong hands and I looked into eyes that were filled with concern was such a welcome sensation after seeing the unfriendly evilness of the magician and who I assumed was his uncle that I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung like a child would to her protector. He made no move to pull away, but he also did

⁂Chapter 3⁂ ********* ** ******** Elle returned to the office after an hour where Daniel had dropped her off before leaving. She went back to her office, each step she took felt heavy on her chest as she remembered the man that was looking at her. Why did she have a feeling it was Ethan? Maybe she was now hallucinating with the thoughts of meeting Ethan that filled her mind. She entered her office. This was like a second home to her. The office looked comfortable with the warm colors that added to the beauty.

This is Book 2 of Billionaire series, it's a short Billionaire romance, The love story of Adrian Campbell and Emberly Swan. This is a standalone novel. ******** Emberly POV "Miss, we'll be there in just ten minutes," the bus driver said, directing his gaze on me. After my flight landed in New York from Los Angeles an hour ago, I kept my body posture straight and nodded while my head rested on the bus window. With luck on my side, I located the bus in a lane road outside of the airport.