Novel & Cerita Little Ember

It felt good to take a break from Draven and Cole for a while, i bow my head to rest a little ... ........PAST ....... .................LITTLE EMERLAD'S POV.......... I pick up the little torch light on the basement door still Shivering, the water drops became more Creepy than ever " help ..." a faint voice calls from inside the basement I attempt turning back but the voice pleads again I look around for any sign of my Ma or Cleo my little brother, we are playing hide and seek I quickly open the basement door the slightest bit and peep inside there was a little boy there, I gasp and sneak in closing the door behind me

It satisfies me. Honestly, Emery is far from what I've expected. He has lived in Melbourne since he was eighteen and due to that, he has not act like a self-centred prince. He seems very humble and common; like a normal person. No one would have expected him to be royalty. Neither would I, at first.

In an attempt to coax her out of her shell, I asked, “What do you plan to do with your time?” Ember looked at her feet. “I… don’t know,” she admitted shyly, shame sliding into the spaces between her words. “Well, what sorts of things do you like to do? Do you like to read?” Her face lit up when I mentioned reading. She smiled, and it was small but genuine. “I used to steal books from the library at the castle,” she told me. Her voice was low and held a thread of excitement as she spoke about her thievery, as though she was sharing a precious secret with me. “I was strictly forbidden from entering the library. My father never allowed me to read, I don’t even think he knows that I can. But one

"Then we will live it. One day at a time. One flower at a time. One witness at a time." --- The winter came, and the garden was warm. The gold flowers glowed through the snow, their light steady and sure. The witnesses gathered around the stone bench for lessons, their faces lit by the blooms. Mira taught the anchor ability, Elara spoke the names, and the old magic was practiced in silence. A new witness arrived at the garden gate in the depths of winter. She was young, barely sixteen, with dark skin and eyes that seemed to hold the memory of fire. Her name was Ember, and she had traveled from the burned lands in the far south, where the gold flowers grew through the ash.

"I'm sorry, honey. You shouldn't have to do this. I'm the one who should be working, not you." "It's okay, I'm happy to help mom. That way I can ease your burden at least for my school fees later." Emily was touched to hear it, she was proud to have a daughter like Sophia. "Emily, your daughter is really lucky. She's only been working for two days, and she's already been appointed as a personal maid. I think Mr. Oliver likes her." Elina whispered to Emily. As for Sophia, the girl was now busy playing with the clown fish in Elina's small aquarium. Apparently Elina had a small pet in her room that she had just bought yesterday and Sophia called the fish Nemo.

My heartbeat begins to quicken and before I can stop it I’m eight years old again. One thing that I have always found very weird is that when I have these flashback, I don’t feel the pain that I must have endured. I have these little clips in time but not the memory of the pain. Instead, I feel the emotions that I felt the terror and sorrow that I was in. I felt happy at first. It was a boring day at home. I was playing in my room shaving the hair off of my barbies and designing new outfits for them out of some of my old clothes. I had always been an odd duck and never much of a girl. I liked playing in the mud and playing sports. One this particular day I was still in my pajamas because nob

“I applaud you and your team when you found another missing body. Sincerely, I am proud of you. But the mayor... he wants us to focus on our duty as peacekeepers of Pinephil. Let the big shazam be solved by the Shazam.” Ember furrowed her brows, hand crumpling the folder containing the evidence. Fathima Mae December alias Ember — her mother tends to refer to her by her second name — stands between five feet and eleven inches tall. Ember's short, messy hair is rolled into a small, low bun, allowing the thin strands of her brown hair to blend in with her black hair, making her look like a dark chocolate peanut butter cup. She parted her lips, a light shade of nude lipstick brushed on it. She w

Emily announced and that brought little Gabriel and his sisters back to reality. Little Gabriel faked a cough and finally said something, "Hi, it's nice to meet you all. I'm Gabriel and I'm 13 years old, same with my sisters. These are my sisters…..". "Hi, I'm Chloe". "Hello, I'm Lora". "And I'm Emberly, I mean, I'm Ember. My sisters, my brother and I are quadruplets". Ember announced and her eyes ignited a little out of excitement. "Wow! Did you see what happened with her eyes?! That was cool!". Henry stood up from where he was sitting and went to Ember's side immediately. "How did you do that?". He questioned and his eyes sparkled in anticipation as he waited to hear what Ember reply would

Pov: Ember. The apartment smelled like warm milk and lavender. Morning light filtered through sheer curtains as Ember stepped into the small back room where Lira sat rocking her baby gently. Caelen, nestled in a bassinet nearby, kicked softly in his sleep, fists opening and closing. “He’s finally down,” Lira whispered, voice low but tired. Ember passed her a warm mug. “You look like you could use this more than I can.” Lira accepted it with a faint smile. “Thanks. I forget how small they stay at this age.”

"Well, it's my pet. I can't find it, dunno where it went. My poor baby." "Ohh, please don't worry. I will help you find it, what's its name?" "It's called Ember." "I see, what color is it?" "It has a striking coat of fur that is marbled with white, black, and blue. It looks very cute. Oh, and it has amber eyes." "Alright." Maryn walked towards the garden while looking for the pet the old granny told her about. "Ember, are you there? Ember? Can you hear me?"