Doon From City Of Ember 소설 & 이야기

When Ember finally arrived, she hurriedly parked her car in-between some trees, to keep it away from sight, looking around to make sure, no one was secretly watching, she ran towards the direction of the mansion Her knees felt weak below her, as she saw, the state of her family house. The condition of it was beyond anything she could have imagined. The once-beautiful estate, with its pretty gardens and elegant architecture, was now reduced to an abandoned site, filled with ashes. Ember’s heart ached and her body whimpered, as she took in the scene, the reality of her loss hitting her like a physical blow. ~~~Ember~~~ "Ember" a voice called out, breaking me from my daze. I turned around to se

I felt the corner of my lips tug up as I saw her name. Ember: How is it you always seem to know when something's wrong? She gave me an inquisitive emoji beside it. Me: I have my ways. Tell me what's going on. I want to help with whatever it is. Ember: It broke… I'm certain Ash's barrier broke. I don't know how to help him. I've spent most of my evening in the library in my kingdom. I haven't found anything to extract dark magic. I thought of doing what my mom did and sucking the magic from him. If I did that though he wouldn't have any magic and I would be the one consumed by the darkness.

Ember retreated to her room, snacking on the cookies she got from the kitchen as she watched the courtyard outside her window. Directly opposite her room window was a large maze. She had never used it, never had the opportunity to fully explore the mansion. ‘I should do that sometime,’ she noted mentally. A knock sounded at her door, and she answered tiredly, telling whoever it was to come in. Dorothea entered, carrying new dresses and accessories. She placed them on the couch before walking over to Ember, bowing low.

Rooftop Night - City View The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Geoff stepped out first, tugging Keenan along by the wrist. “Come on, you’ll like this,” he said, pushing open the heavy door that led to the rooftop. A rush of cool night air spilled over them, carrying the faint hum of the city below.

he commanded, his voice unwavering but laced with urgency. Dren’s voice crackled through the crystal, low and precise, each word carrying the weight of his diligence. "We located her apartment: Flat B, 47 Hayden Place." Kael straightened, tension coiling tightly within him. “How did you come by that information?” “Hospital records,” Dren replied coolly, a hint of pride evident in his tone. “I accessed the clerk's office and deftly bypassed the wards protecting the files. Ember’s documentation contained a crucial note—an emergency contact listed as Isla Quinn. We traced her address through the personnel paperwork.”

"You're his wife. You were pregnant and bleeding in the ruins, and they secured the weapons first? If I hadn't brought you here immediately, you wouldn't have just lost the baby. You would be dead. Where is he now? Does he not care at all?" "He's probably with Monica," I answered in a low voice. The doctor fell silent. Naked pity filled his eyes. Even he understood the line Enzo and Monica had crossed. I asked to be left alone. After the door closed, I reached for my phone. The underworld had already begun to stir. The title of Don came bundled with blood, power, and gossip. The first rumors surfaced on dark web forums. Footage showed me collapsing in the armory, soaked in blood. Clips from

"Ms. Ricci, something has happened to the signore!" Before the pain of being hacked apart could fade from my mind, the housekeeper, Beatrice Santoro, rushed into my room, her face drained of all color. I lowered my head. In my mind, all I could see were the faces of my two children, covered in blood, screaming as they clung to me. "The Don is still at the family gathering," Beatrice said in a hushed voice. "The signore said he feels dizzy and can't catch his breath. He's resting in the east guest room right now… Ms. Ricci, could you go check on him?"

Ava's POV I had never owned a suit. I took a black blazer I had bought for a dinner I never wanted to attend and a pair of dark trousers that fit well enough, pinned my hair back, put on little makeup and added small gold earrings that had belonged to my mother. I looked at myself in the mirror for exactly three seconds and then I picked up my notebook and left before anyone in the house was awake. Donovan Enterprises occupied the top fourteen floors of a glass tower in the financial district that caught the morning light and threw it back at you like a warning.

I swapped in a fresh magazine into the gun and said, "Uncle Umberto, you got one thing wrong. I'm not just causing a scene. Lorenzo simply isn't worthy anymore." I added, "Also, tell him not to touch my things. He disgusts me." I hung up and turned to look at Valentino. "Get ready. I'm taking the abandoned church property." That used to be our secret base. That was where Lorenzo said in his letters where he wanted to be buried. It was also the entrance to the family's arms depot. Since I was cutting ties, I was going to cut them clean. I was going to completely rip him out from his roots.

They followed—Dante filling me deep, Rocco flooding my mouth—hot, claiming, marking me from both ends. We collapsed together, panting, entwined in the mud. But the comm crackled again. Sofia: “Touching. But time’s up. Eclipse is live. Codes sold. First detonation in thirty minutes—test shot, Nevada. Then Moscow auction begins. Come to the old Moretti compound. Coordinates sent. Bring your new… arrangement. Or watch the first city fall.” The line died. Dante pulled me up, kissing me fiercely—tasting Rocco on my lips, claiming anyway. “We go. We end this. Together.”