Lahat ng Kabanata ng Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire : Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

The conference hall was already packed when Gale entered. Flashes burst like lightning as soon as the doors opened, reporters standing, cameras turning, voices rising into the chaos of names and questions.“Mr. Lockridge! Is it true you’ve stepped down as CEO?”“Is the merger with Margaret Marlowe still canceled?”“Who’s the man seen leaving your penthouse?”He ignored them all. His expression was calm, tailored suit immaculate, the kind of composed arrogance only Gale could wear. Behind him, Vance followed, not hiding this time. He walked beside Gale, not behind, holding his head high even as whispers rippled across the room like a sharp wind.The podium waited at the front, draped with the logo of Lockridge Dynamics, a sleek fusion of modern and green, technology for sustainability. The very project they had spent months developing in secret, waiting for the right moment to unleash.This was it.Whe

Ardyn’s eyes narrow, his hand still hovering near my jaw, that dominant smirk fading into something sharper, curiosity, laced with heat. “You’re... different,” he says again, voice low, like he’s tasting the words. His fingers trail down my throat, and my pulse jumps under his touch. I’m still reeling from waking up in this body, Cillian Veyne’s perfect, sculpted form, but Ardyn’s proximity is short-circuiting everything. My cock, his cock, now mine...throbs insistently, and I shift in the chair, trying not to whine. God, why is this body so damn sensitive? One touch, and I’m leaking like a faucet.“Different how?” I echo, forcing a grin that feels too playful for Cillian’s usual frost. In the book, he’d shove Ardyn away, turn the tables, and fuck him senseless against the shelves. But me? I’m buzzing with excitement, my inner fangirl screaming, This is the scene! The library hookup! Except now I’m living

The morning after my library romp with Ardyn, I’m thrown headfirst into Cillian Veyne’s life, and let me tell you, it’s a lot. I’m striding through the scholar’s academy, black robes swishing, trying to channel Cillian’s icy glare while my fangirl brain’s screaming, I’m living my BL novel! The grand meeting hall is all polished marble and vaulted ceilings, filled with stuffy scholars debating magical theory. Thanks to my obsessive rereads of Thorns of Desire, I know Cillian’s role: head scholar, genius with runes, and a total hardass who intimidates everyone. My cheat code? I’ve memorized every meeting he’s ever had in the book.I slide into Cillian’s seat at the head of the table, ignoring the stares. My body, his body, is still humming from last night, my ass sore and my cock twitchy at the memory of Ardyn’s dominance. Focus, girl. I clear my throat, mimicking Cillian’s clipped tone. “Proceed with the report on the astral runes

I’m sprawled on the couch, chest heaving, cum still sticky on my stomach from Ardyn and Kaelen’s ridiculous blowjob contest. My cock’s softening, but this body, Cillian Veyne’s stupidly sensitive body, is already twitching, ready for more. God, being a guy is wild. Ardyn and Kaelen are glaring at each other, hands smeared with my release, neither willing to admit defeat. “A tie?” Ardyn scoffs, wiping his mouth, emerald eyes blazing. “Pathetic. I had him moaning louder.” Kaelen, dark hair mussed and blue eyes stormy, laughs sharply. “Delusional. He came because of my tongue work.” I’m cackling inside, my BL harem boys fighting over who made me come harder? This is peak fanfic, and I’m living it.“Boys,” I say, stretching languidly, letting Cillian’s low, velvety voice drip with mischief. “If you’re gonna bicker, make it worth my while.” They turn, startled, as I grin, too playful for Cillian’s usual ice, but screw i

Ardyn stares at me, his emerald eyes wide, the firelight flickering across his stunned face. He’s still close, his hand on my chin, but now it trembles slightly. “A... woman? From another world? Reading our lives like some tale?” He releases me, stepping back as if I’ve burned him, raking both hands through his golden hair. “This is madness. Cillian...you...knowing our fates, our secrets? It can’t be.” His voice cracks, a rare vulnerability slipping through his princely facade. I watch him pace, muscles tense under his half-open doublet, and my heart aches. Shit, I broke him. In the novel, Ardyn’s unflappable, but this? This is off-script.“Ardyn, listen,” I say, standing, my voice, Cillian’s voice, soft but urgent. I grab his arm, feeling the heat of his skin, and my body reacts, a familiar twitch in my cock. Not now, damn it. “I get it sounds insane. But it’s true. I was her....a BL fangirl, devouring T