Ember Book Novels & Stories

''Emma,'' She replies. I look down at the vegetables in the sink before thinking of the name Emma. How would an Emma be? Funny? Outgoing? Boring? Caring? I just feel like knowing something about her; so that I can actually decide whether it's a right choice to make or not—I've been fooling around and never thinking on being serious with someone.

Emmy replied. " Really? " Jemmy asked excitedly. " Of course. But not the story is still ongoing. " " So where can I find it? " " Just search for the title of the book on your search engine and the name of the author then you'll find it. " " Oh wow! " " So what's the title of the book? " " Depressed ( love yourself ) " " Author? " " Queenebunoluwa15. " " Age? "

The clock chimed. At the last toll, the embers collapsed, and the grate was cold. Isabelle lifted the serpent key—a replica of the latch’s eye and slipped it into the sketchbook’s spine. With a hushed click, the book’s cover sprung forward, revealing a shallow cavity. Inside lay a folded parchment sealed with crimson wax: the Ember Circle’s original charter—and a second, smaller key of burnished silver.

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.”

PART TWO EMMY AND CARL'S STORY The first day of the new semester always smelled the same—old books, coffee, and too many dreams crushed under deadlines. Emmy Langston Magnus weaved through the familiar chaos of Lancaster University’s East Wing, clutching her tote bag like a lifeline. Her boots echoed sharply on the marble tiles, every step rushed. She was, unsurprisingly, late.

Haven Ember is a fan of my books? She actually has a handwritten copy and is asking me to sign it. Ember, asking me for a signature, me, Haven. Actually, she's demanding for one. I stand rooted in place with shock. Her hand is still holding out the copy towards me, she looks awkward as hell right now, this is the first reaction that doesn't have pure hatred and murder mixed with it on Ember towards me. She clears her throat and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

" She is an employee at Bookmark Haven, a bookstore. Ema’s rogues follow her to make sure she is the real person they are seeking and to make sure she is working at the claimed business. ” As was the case with practically every item of news that he heard, Elijah began to think as to how he should address the situation in front of him. Days stretched into weeks, and weeks into more weeks until they were ultimately presented with a lead. Die to his daughter, who was alive, and above all, she was liberated. But for how long? They stare at one another silently for some time before Elijah says, “What does Ema have in mind?” He already knows he will not like the reaction.

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Another one named Jeremy came in with a bright smile. He was a beautiful lad. He had orange hair, brown bright gazes…. Why does Landon have such beautiful people around him? Are they actually his friends? They seem like individuals from rich families and he seemed a lot happier around them. He came to me with a handshake. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Jeremy.” I handshake him as well. “I’m Larisa. It’s nice to meet you too.” Everyone was so freaking nice to me. They all kept practicing for what I couldn’t clearly understand.

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