Ember Book Novels & Stories

Webber She began flipping through the pages, reading through a series of listed achievements and matters of interest accompanied by aged photos and personal anecdotes from the author as she considered every word carefully. It told the story of Ramus, a man spiraling out of control, and though it was never directly addressed, a clear picture was painted of his dissent into the darkness of selfish ambition.

Ember It was a Sunday morning. The sounds of the city were loud, but I was used to that already. I had only been here one week and had gotten the apartment settled to my liking. I went shopping yesterday for new clothes for every occasion I may need. I also bought a laptop and created a new email address. Tomorrow morning, I will be going in for a interview at the Moonlight restaurant. I did some research on the restaurant and was very surprised by what I had seen. This restaurant was definitely unlike anything I had ever seen, I thought, as I looked at the photos of it. It was huge and painted all white with red trim. I didn't see any photos on the inside. I assumed maybe this was one of t

At first I think it’s my Beta, Marcus, but my eyes rolled as I realize that it’s my thirteen-year-old sister. “Someone feels stressed.” Thea teases, her brown eyes sparkling. “I could practically feel it from across the packhouse.” I know she’s keeping her tone light, but I can’t help but feel a bit guilty. Thea is an empath and can feel everyone else’s emotions. It’s taken her whole life to try to suppress the noise in her head. She shakes her finger at me.

Amber scoffed and said, “Are you kidding me?” “I’ll see you then,” Emma said and walked to the other side where the shelves are. Amber looked at the textbook in her hand and saw that one is a Biology textbook while the other is English. She sighed and looked at the direction of where Emma went and she clenched her teeth inside. It was because Emma had given her two books of different sections, meaning she would have to walk a long way behind the shelves before locating the right shelves for the two books. No wonder she asked if she can locate where to place them.

Emperor Valtor, broad-shouldered with a gray-streaked beard, exudes authority, his crown glinting as he toasts our victory. “Lord Veyne, your valor saved the realm,” he booms, and I bow, grinning internally. In the novel, he’s a background figure, but damn, he’s intimidating up close. Empress Liora, elegant in sapphire robes, smiles softly, her silver eyes kind but calculating. Book described her as a diplomat, but she’s got that queenly vibe. Then there’s Princess Elyria, Ardyn’s younger sister, barely mentioned in Thorns of Desire, a fleeting note of beauty and mischief.

Partly, yes. Why? Ember once witnessed a strange incident during her high school years. Manuel, her younger brother, was grounded because Ember snuck out of her room and ran away because their Dad just died. Ember was planning to go to the police department of where her Dad works and trek the destination but she felt exhausted and got lost in an abandoned barn. The police department is the same police department she is in right now.

They wandered through the aisles, running their fingers along spines that held countless worlds within their pages. Emily's eyes sparkled with excitement as she plucked a weathered book from the shelf. "Liam, look at this," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "It's a collection of love letters from different eras. Each page holds the raw emotions of someone's heart."

“Because it’s not like I’ve been stalked, hexed, and almost eaten in the woods already! No, please, Rowan, tell me again how completely out of my depth I am. Really hammer it in.” I almost said something, something that might’ve mattered but then I felt the air shift. The faint smell of apples grew sharper. And her voice, honey-sweet and mocking sounded, causing me to groan in frustration. “Honestly, brother, you’re terrible at making friends.” Sebastian’s head whipped around, eyes wide. There she was. Ember perched on his kitchen table like it was her throne, one leg crossed neatly over the other, her red hair spilling down her shoulders in loose waves. Her smile was too bright, too knowing

"See, it says here, EBON TESTAMENT." Damon gently pries the book out of my hold, holding my hands. "It's fake Ivy." He says with certainty. "If you ever came to the student centre, you'll know that the bookstore there sells this same exact copy of the Ebon Testament, filled with empty pages. It's like a diary for most people." My heart crumbles into pieces, it's like I'm reliving that night all over again. I was so happy that I've finally gotten the Ebon Testament, but now I've discovered it's fake. Why does nothing come easily for me? Why?

The problems that arose were a test of their genuine love. Emily's main goal was to visit her favorite bookstore, buying novels from some of her favorite authors to add to her personal collection. Even though there were now many e-book reading apps available, Emily didn't feel satisfied unless she had the physical copies of the books. Reading e-books was far more flexible, as she could read them anywhere without the hassle of carrying physical books.