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.
Baca
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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Chapter: Gavriil's Possessive Obsession GAVRIIL’S PERSPECTIVE SOCHI MANSION – The Night She Tried to Leave Me02:11The lights died because I told them to die.I stood in our bedroom, the one that still smells like her skin and gunpowder and crushed black roses, and felt her coming down the hall like a bullet I had already swallowed.Every footstep was a heartbeat in my cock.Every breath she took was oxygen I owned.I have memorized the rhythm of her pulse so completely that I can feel it across a darkened room. I know the exact weight of her body when she pretends to sleep against my chest. I know the way her thighs tremble when she’s pretending she doesn’t want me.Tonight she came to kill me.I have never been harder in my life.She threw the doors open like she was walking into her own coronation.I smiled at her the way a god smiles at a sacrifice that finally understands it was always mean
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Chapter: The Night She Thought Was HersCATALINA’S PERSPECTIVE SOCHI MANSION - The night of implementation 02:11The lights on the security console blinked out exactly on schedule.Every screen went black. Every turret powered down. The mansion fell into perfect, obedient darkness.I exhaled for the first time in months.It was working.I touched the comm in my ear. “Phase one complete. Grid is blind. Phase two...go.”Acknowledgments crackled back immediately, calm, professional, mine.“East wing clear.” “Guard barracks neutralized.” “Helipad charges set.”I closed my eyes and felt something like peace.Nine months of blood, semen, and lies, and tonight it ended.I walked the corridors like a ghost.Every corner I turned, men in black nodded at me, weapons lowered in respect. My men. The ones I had bought with money, mercy, or the promise of Gavriil’s head.
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Chapter: The Full Plan of Gavriil's DeathCATALINA’S PERSPECTIVETHE MOUNTAIN SAFEHOUSE – Month 8, three nights before the final moveZurab waited for me in the dark.Not the broken thing I’d carried out of that warehouse eight months ago.The man who stepped from the shadows now was something forged in hell and tempered in silence.Six-foot-four of scar tissue and prosthetic steel.Left eye replaced by matte-black glass that caught the firelight like a dead star.Half his tongue gone, so every word cost him blood and breath.He wore a tailored black coat despite the heat, collar high to hide the rope burns that never quite healed.When he knelt, the floorboards groaned.I didn’t tell him to rise.I let him stay there, head bowed, until the way a wolf shows throat only when it chooses to.“Koroleva,” he rasped, voice like gravel poured over broken glass.“I am ready.”I walked a slow circle around him.The room was bare
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Chapter: She Built It Piece By PieceCATALINA’S PERSPECTIVE SOCHI & THE BLACK SEA COAST – Months 3–8 after the “death”The empire grew fat and careless, exactly the way I needed it.Gavriil’s name became a prayer and a curse from Batumi to Volgograd. Ports, pipelines, entire cities bowed. He celebrated every victory by dragging me to bed and fucking me until dawn, convinced the taste of my screams was proof of ownership.I let him believe it.I let him fall asleep with his hand curled around my throat like a collar.I let him wake to the sight of me cooking breakfast in nothing but his shirt and the black-gold ring that now lived on my right hand.I let him think the ring meant surrender.Every morning he kissed the inside of my wrist where the pulse beat steady and slow, and every morning I smiled like a woman in love while I calculated how many seconds it would take to slit that wrist open with the butter knife.We bec
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Chapter: She Made Gavriil Believe He Owns Her NowCATALINA’S PERSPECTIVERUSSIA, SOCHI MANSION I walked into his office still smelling of cordite and mountain air.Gavriil was at the window, back to me, city lights glittering behind him like scattered diamonds.He didn’t turn when my boots crossed the threshold.“Well?” His voice was velvet over steel.I let the silence stretch just long enough.“Done,” I said. “Magomed and Aslan both signed. Thirty percent, no bodies, corridor stays open. They’ll kiss the ground you walk on now.”He turned then.Slowly.His eyes were winter.He leaned back against the desk, arms folded, and studied me the way a wolf studies a trap it already knows is there.I felt the shift in the air.I didn’t give him time to speak.I crossed the room in four strides, slid between his thighs, and cupped his face with both hands.“I went to the old monastery,” I said softly, letting my voice tremble just
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Chapter: He's Ready to Take Her BackDANTE’S PERSPECTIVE VERONA – 03:47 a.m., 72 hours after Catalina’s message was deliveredThe burner phone buzzed once on the nightstand.I was already awake. I hadn’t slept more than twenty minutes at a stretch since the day I left Russia.My son was asleep in the crib beside my bed, one month and thirteen days old, breathing soft and even. I stared at the phone like it was a live grenade.One new video file.I knew before I opened it.I carried the phone into the walk-in closet, closed the door, sat on the floor with my back against the safe, and pressed play.Her face filled the screen.The second I saw her eyes, dead, hollow, carved out, something inside me shattered so completely I didn’t make a sound.Then she spoke.“Dante… our son is dead.”The world went black at the edges.I heard the rest through a tunnel: I held him… so small… your mouth
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