Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire
Warning... or Invitation? That choice is yours.
This isn’t a fairytale.
This isn’t about sweet kisses beneath cherry blossoms or soft smiles under the stars.
No.
This is raw,
This is reckless,
This is “Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire”
A collection of BL short stories carved from lust, laced with obsession, and kissed by chaos.
Each chapter stands on its own, a world where strangers become addictions, roommates cross lines, enemies blur into lovers, and the line between want and need snaps without warning.
These men don’t fall in love.
They fall into temptation.
They crash into each other like lightning against the sea, loud, unforgiving, and beautiful in their destruction.
You’ll find no gentle romance here.
Only the ache of fingertips brushing where they shouldn't, the weight of glances held too long, the gasp before the plunge.
This is for the ones who know love isn’t always tender.
That sometimes, the most unforgettable stories are the ones written in bruises and longing.
This is for those who crave stories that leave a mark, who don’t flinch when desire gets messy, when hearts bleed a little before they beat as one.
Not for the faint-hearted.
Not for the clean-handed.
This is for the bold, the brave, the ones who dare to touch the flame even if it burns.
So turn the page.
Step into the fire.
But don’t say I didn’t warn you---
Because once the embers catch, they never go out.
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Chapter: Tangled in Ambition: Part 25 Final ArcThe penthouse, once a refuge of isolation, now hummed with tentative hope. Victor’s downfall, orchestrated by Travis and sealed by Victoria’s betrayal, had shifted the industry’s tides. The news of his arrest and the lawsuits from his victims dominated X, with #VictorExposed trending alongside stories of resilience. Dave and Carla, still fragile from their month-long retreat, sat with Henry and Travis, the weight of their ordeal heavy but no longer crushing. The videos, the shame, the career implosions, they were scars, but scars could heal. And they weren’t alone. Victor’s other victims, emboldened by his fall, were stepping forward, their journeys of recovery intertwining with Dave and Carla’s, creating a network of survivors determined to reclaim their lives. Dave leaned against Henry on the penthouse couch, his frame still gaunt
Last Updated: 2025-12-25
Chapter: Tangled in Ambition: Part 24Victor’s retaliation turned vicious, a brutal escalation that left no room for subtlety. The gossip blogs and tabloids were child’s play compared to his next move: intimate videos, grainy but unmistakable, of Dave and Victor, followed by others of Carla and Victor, leaked to the darkest corners of the internet. Each clip was a dagger, exposing moments of coercion dressed up as consent, a twisted record Victor had kept as insurance. The videos spread like wildfire across X, shared and reposted before anyone could react. The hashtags #DaveExposed and #CarlaShame surged, drowning out Matilde’s endorsement and the group’s careful counter-narratives.Dave and Carla crumbled under the weight. They’d known Victor was ruthless, but not that he’d preserved every humiliating moment, every deal they’d made for survival. The penthouse became their fortress, or their prison. Dave, his career in tatters, posted a final X statement, taking
Last Updated: 2025-12-24
Chapter: Tangled in Ambition: Part 23The penthouse was a war room, its sleek modernity a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding online. The glow of laptops illuminated Carla and Travis’s faces as they tracked the escalating fallout from Victor’s leaks. The gossip blog’s #DaveExposed post had metastasized, fueled by the tabloid’s latest hit piece implicating Carla’s past and hinting at Dave’s ties to Henry. X was ablaze with speculation, some fans defending Dave’s talent, others gleefully tearing into the scandal. Henry and Dave sat close, their earlier post, a defiant studio selfie, gaining traction but not enough to shift the narrative. Victor’s shadow loomed large, his retaliation a calculated strike to unravel their hard-won progress. But Carla had a card to play: Matilde.Matilde, the revered acting coach whose workshops were a crucible for raw talent, held sway in the industry. Her endorsement was a golden ticket, and her disdain for power plays like Victor
Last Updated: 2025-12-23
Chapter: Tangled in Ambition: Part 22The workshop’s high lingered as Dave and Carla left Matilde’s studio, the promise of future roles fueling their steps. The city buzzed around them, but their focus was on the path ahead, Dave’s career gaining traction, free from the strings of his past. Meanwhile, Henry and Travis were across town, wrapping up the music show filming. But in the entertainment world, victories were fragile, and shadows like Victor’s never stayed dormant for long.Victor, the industry titan whose influence had once propped up Dave’s early career, hadn’t forgotten the slight of being sidelined. His disinterest in Dave had been a strategic retreat, not a surrender. Word of Dave’s workshop success and his upcoming role in Carlos’s film reached Victor’s ears through industry whispers, and his pride bristled. Dave, the talent he’d molded, was carving a path without him, and Carla, his former plaything, had dared to cut ties. Vic
Last Updated: 2025-12-22
Chapter: Tangled in Ambition: Part 21The bedroom door creaked open, and Henry and Dave emerged, their hair mussed, clothes slightly askew, but their faces glowing with sated contentment. The living room came into view, and they froze. There, tangled naked on the sofa, were Carla and Travis, limbs entwined, lost in the quiet aftermath of their own intimacy. Henry’s lips quirked into a soft smile. Without a word, he grabbed a spare blanket from a nearby chair and draped it gently over the sleeping pair, a silent gesture of care. Dave watched, his heart warming. “C’mon,” Henry whispered, nudging Dave toward the kitchen. They raided the fridge for a midnight snack.The night’s intensity faded into easy companionship as they ate, then returned to the bedroom to rest, leaving Carla and Travis to their quiet moment.Morning broke with the soft glow of dawn filtering through the penthouse’s floor-to-ceiling windows. Travis stirred first, his internal
Last Updated: 2025-12-21
Chapter: Tangled in Ambition: Part 20The penthouse thrummed with the distant, uninhibited sounds of Henry and Dave, their passion spilling through the open bedroom door, a raw symphony of moans and rhythmic creaks. In the living room, Carla and Travis sat close, the air between them charged with a new understanding. The weight of their earlier conversation, about Dave’s tangled past, Henry’s vulnerability, and the industry’s ruthless underbelly, had stripped away pretenses, leaving them exposed yet connected. Carla’s tear-streaked face softened under Travis’s gentle gaze, his hand still resting on her cheek from wiping away her tears. The alcohol in their systems blurred the edges, but the moment felt sharp, real.Travis’s words echoed in Carla’s mind: Stick with me. I don’t judge. For the first time in years, she felt seen, not as a manager, not as a pawn in Victor’s games, but as herself. Her heart raced, not from seduction or strategy, but from the possibili
Last Updated: 2025-12-20
Chapter: The Final Chapter CATALINA’S PERSPECTIVELUCCHESE ESTATE, VERONA – Five Years After the AshesLate-afternoon sunlight pours over the gardens in a thick, honey-gold spill, the kind of light Italy hoards for itself like a jealous lover. Everything gleams. Everything looks innocent.I know better than to trust beautiful things.Alejandro, six years old, long-limbed and loud, charges across the lower lawn with a wooden sword twice his size. The kid swings like a berserker. The two Caucasian shepherds, Bear and Ghost, lumber along beside him, pretending to cower even though either of them could flatten him with one paw.In my arms, Sofia kicks impatiently. Two years old, black hair, green eyes, temper measurable only in Richter scale units.“Down, Mamá. Sword!” she demands, stabbing her tiny fist downward.“No swords until you’re four,” I say, kissing the top of her head. “Even tyrants need limits.”She gives me the same betrayed
Last Updated: 2026-01-18
Chapter: Alejandro's First Birthday CATALINA’S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE MANSION, VERONA – The First Days of ForeverI didn’t put Alejandro down for seventy-two hours straight.Not once.I was terrified that if I blinked, the lie would reassert itself and he would turn to ash in my arms.Dante never tried to reason with me. He simply became whatever I needed: pillow, table, shadow. He slept on the floor beside the rocking chair, woke every time Alejandro stirred, and handed me water or a clean blanket without being asked.He understood: For eleven months I had carried the certainty that my son was dead the moment he left my body. My arms had to learn, hour by hour, that he had never died at all.~~~~~~~Night OneI sat in the nursery rocker until the sky turned pale.I studied every detail of the living, breathing proof that everything I believed was a lie.The slope of his nose, Dante
Last Updated: 2026-01-17
Chapter: Her Greatest Surprise CATALINA’S PERSPECTIVE VORONIN’S FORTRESS, CRIMEA – Dawn of Departure The convoy is already loaded. The sky is the color of wet ash. Voronin waits on the steps, coat collar turned up against the wind, cigarette glowing like a small red wound. I walk up to him alone. Dante hangs back by the car, arms crossed, watching. Voronin offers the half-smoked cigarette. I take it, inhale once, hand it back. “You own more than half of Russia now,” I say quietly. “From Kaliningrad to Vladivostok, pipelines, ports, half the aluminum plants, most of the black-market arms routes. Everything Gavriil bled for is yours.” He exhales smoke through his nose, eyes on the horizon. “I am aware.” I step closer. “Look at me.” He does. My voice is soft, but it carries th
Last Updated: 2026-01-16
Chapter: The Thirty-One Days of Erasure
CATALINA’S PERSPECTIVE THE BLACK SEA COAST We did not go home. Not yet. There was still meat on the bones, and I intended to strip them clean. For thirty-one days the entire coast from Anapa to Batumi became a silent, efficient slaughterhouse of memory. ~~~~~~~ Week One – The Purge We hunted the way fire hunts oxygen. Voronin’s kill teams, fifty men, no insignia, no mercy, moved in four-man cells. Night-vision goggles. Suppressed rifles. Black vans with false plates. They took captains in their sleep. They took accountants in five-star hotel bathrooms. They took pilots on the tarmac before engines could spool. Some tried to run south through Turkey. We had people waiting at every mountain pass. Some tried to buy their lives with information. We took the inf
Last Updated: 2026-01-15
Chapter: Gavriil's DeathCATALINA’S PERSPECTIVE FIOLENT FORTRESS – DawnThe sky is the color of dried blood when the last tower falls.I stand on the hood of the lead Tigr, wind whipping my hair, and watch the fortress die.One by one, the remaining walls fold inward. Roofs collapse with roars that shake the cliff. The sea below drinks the smoke.Gavriil is on his knees in front of me, wrists and ankles chained to a tow hook bolted to the bumper.He is barefoot, shirt torn open, the black-gold ring I once wore now hanging from a chain around his own neck like a noose.His face is streaked with soot and blood, but his eyes, those winter eyes, are still sharp.Still trying to own me.I crouch so we’re eye-level.“Look,” I say softly.He refuses.I grab his hair, force his head up.“Look at what you built, Gavriil. Look at it die.”A final explosion ripples through t
Last Updated: 2026-01-14
Chapter: Gavriil's Captivity CATALINA’S PERSPECTIVE FIOLENT FORTRESS – 04:21 a.m. onwardThe courtyard is a crematorium.White phosphorus drips from the sky like molten tears. Bodies curl like burnt paper. The air itself feels thick enough to chew.I walk through it untouched.Flames kiss the edges of my fatigues and retreat, as if even fire knows better than to claim me tonight.Dante is a shadow at my left, rifle raised, eyes scanning every corner. Cynthia ghosts at my right, muzzle never wavering. Nikolai and Voronin sweep the flanks. Malcolm is already wiring the final charges that will collapse the rest of the building on top of whatever is left of this place.We descend the shattered staircase in single file.Marble crunches beneath my boots like broken teeth.Emergency lights strobe red across walls painted with blood and soot.I know this corridor the way a condemned woman knows
Last Updated: 2026-01-13
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