Ember Book Novels & Stories

I held it aloft to show Becky, and after my assistant’s face brightened with understanding, I began to sort through the pages. “Can you hand me the results?” I asked Becky, and without any hesitation, she brought the papers over to me. Once they were in my hands, I set them on my desk and began to rifle through Emmett’s book. My eyes scanned the pages quickly while my brain processed the various entries. It took me nearly fifteen minutes to sort through the book until finally, something seemed promising. My eyes widened as I took in the information on the page, and my lips curled into a smile.

My whole body felt overheated now. Was THIS what Ember had been looking through before? Had she actually read this insanity already? Did she know what those diagrams looked like? Did she— The doors creaked open. Ember stepped back in, her cheeks flushed, looking adorably flustered and entirely too innocent for someone who had just lied through her teeth. I stared at her. She froze halfway to the table, blinking at my expression. “Is everything ... alright?" she asked carefully. I opened the book again without thinking and shoved it towards her, pointing at one particularly detailed illustration.

I told him one afternoon, reading one of his letters. Elijah was sitting next to me, with one hand on my belly. “Emmett has included a reading plan for the first year,” he said with amusement. “What books?” I asked, frowning. “Inter-tribe political history, an introduction to defensive strategy, and illustrated animal stories,” Elijah said with amusement. “At least he added some stories,” I muttered sarcastically. “The note says they’re meant to be a break between serious topics,” Elijah said seriously. I brought a hand to my face.

I've never read any of them. It was only after he spoke that I realize he was behind me. I thought he was still sitting on the bed. I run my hands over the book, my eyes catching the titles, A fresh Start, For Mbatha and Rebecca, Agony in get voice, Felicia, The betrayal, for better for worse, Evbu my love... I pulled Evbu, my love out. It's actually my best pacesetter novel. I flipped through the pages and sniffed it.

I pick up both empty plates, “I’ll be right back, just heading down to the kitchen to drop these off.” “Ok, but hurry back. Patrick said he finished ‘Roses and Thorns’, and you have it in your possession!” Benji beams at me as she grabs my bag from the corner of the couch and starts rummaging through it for the book like a child searching for a piece of candy in their grandmother’s purse. ‘Another one of your book club bookworms…’ Ember snorts in my mind, but she’s wagging her shaggy thick tail in adoration.

Emberlynn said, reaching out to touch it. She froze midway, gazing at Damien, who nodded his approval. "You can," He said. Emberlynn touched the book, her eyes snapping shut involuntarily as she felt the rough texture of the book. "I thought you might appreciate it. You have a curious mind, Ember," Damien whispered, and Emberlynn's eyes opened, smiling at him. He was thoughtful and not as selfish as she believed. "You didn't ask me what the rarest text is called," Damien said as he flipped the pages.

"Em!" I glanced at the source. It was...Leroy? "Oh, Leroy. What's up?" I heard her say, fidgeting with her bag, still finding something in a rush. "You forgot your notebook." Leroy then handed Ember a small blue notebook. Her face lit up and heaved a relieved smile. "Thanks, I thought I lost it." She thanked him and started to walk away. "And Em?" Leroy called out again, which made Ember turn around. "Yes?"

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.

KAIDA’S POV “A family thanksgiving out of nowhere?” Ember rolled her eyes as she brewed her morning coffee, reminiscing Maverick’s words from the previous day. “That’s random.” We had no classes, so she was relaxed in her disheveled hair, eye-glasses and tank top. “A family thanksgiving is not random, Ember.” I replied, my eyes glued to the dark romance book in my hands. I might be a medical student but my love for dark romance surpasses my love for medical related matters. Funny.

“Better than that club, at least.” “Exactly.” April disappeared into the back room, returning with a stack of books. She plopped them in front of me. “Here. Keep your hands busy, maybe your brain will stop overloading.” I rolled my eyes but pulled the stack closer. “My brain has stopped overloading, work master.” “Motivator,” she corrected with a grin.