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I said, willing her to continue. She grimaced as she wrapped a hand around my arm. Her hand felt warm to the touch and I looked into her eyes waiting for the supposed shoe to drop. I didn't feel anything, and couldn't help wondering if this was how the men felt disintegrating into ash in the bookshop before Ember incinerated them. "I'm not burnt to ashes yet," I said thoughtfully looking at Ember's hand clutching around my forearm. She blinked out of shock. "Nothing happened. You are still here…"

“Please come in and have some tea.” Sister Mila escorted her inside the building and brought her straight to the visiting area where she immediately served Ember tea after she sat down. “Thank you.” Ember picked the cup and took a sip, enjoying the warmth it brought to her body. Ember's eyes shifted to Sister Mila and noticed her watching her with a smile. “My bad, I forgot to introduce myself.” Ember's cheeks flushed. “I'm Ember Heart,” She began by introducing herself. “I came to the city to attend a wedding and decided to pay the orphanage a visit while I'm here.”

Emberlynn said, reaching out to touch it. She froze midway, gazing at Damien, who nodded his approval. "You can," He said. Emberlynn touched the book, her eyes snapping shut involuntarily as she felt the rough texture of the book. "I thought you might appreciate it. You have a curious mind, Ember," Damien whispered, and Emberlynn's eyes opened, smiling at him. He was thoughtful and not as selfish as she believed. "You didn't ask me what the rarest text is called," Damien said as he flipped the pages.

We sit there and talk about a way to get our hands on those babies. “We only need the girl. Plus we still need Emerald. The babies will be powerful but not even near as powerful as her.” Mom says. “She is right.” Alaynia comments. Alaynia explains that she remembers seeing a strange mark on the back of Emerald's neck when they were younger. She never gave it much thought until she was going through an old book of her grandmothers and ran across that same mark. The rest of us sit there in shock when she explains that Emerald is elemental. She pulls out the book, and we sit there and read it. Well fuck, this girl is special. I look at Samyra, and I can tell she is surprised too. I ha

“Oh, I don’t think so. See, strangers passing through my city? That costs extra.” Ember bristled beside me. “Your city? Looks more like a graveyard.” Kade’s gaze flicked to her again, amusement dancing in his eyes. “And what are you, little phoenix? The one lighting the way?” The air grew heavier, the tension coiling tighter. “Enough,” I said, stepping in front of Ember. “We’re just passing through. Take what you want, and we’ll be gone.” Kade’s smile faded, replaced by something colder.

Keegan could see her hands shaking though, so he grabbed one of them and held it in his. “Absolutely. I want to know everything about you.” Rubbing his thumb across her hand. Letting the sparks between them soothe them both. His eyes conveyed his sincerity and that was what was truly hard to deny. In a rush, Ember decided to try just this once to let someone know a piece of her. Hoping she was right and could trust this feeling. “Honestly, I’m running until I can find answers as well. I don’t know what I am. I have control over heat, fire, and smoke. I am trying to find out the truth behind it all as well. I was captured when I was young. How young I’m not even sure. I don’t know if I have a

Leaving Erica's office, I felt agitated and on edge. I was used to controlling my emotions and my actions but at this moment I felt like I would explode. I had begun to pry open the safe that I kept locked in my mind and feelings were beginning to seep out while I desperately tried to push them back in. On my way home, I called my husband and told him that I needed a break, and asked if he could watch the children so that I could spend the night at the casino alone. Usually, you would have a good time staying at a casino, but I was more interested in the free room that they give you for gambling there in the past. I needed that free room right now. I do not want to put this burden on my fami

Another one named Jeremy came in with a bright smile. He was a beautiful lad. He had orange hair, brown bright gazes…. Why does Landon have such beautiful people around him? Are they actually his friends? They seem like individuals from rich families and he seemed a lot happier around them. He came to me with a handshake. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Jeremy.” I handshake him as well. “I’m Larisa. It’s nice to meet you too.” Everyone was so freaking nice to me. They all kept practicing for what I couldn’t clearly understand.

I was no longer recognizable, yet I still managed a faint smile at the camera. “Today,” I said, “I buried eighteen skeletons. Exile Island was never some romantic place. It’s a graveyard for boys.” Then, the scene shifted to me sitting beside piles of stark white bones. I wasn’t the only one brought here. There were far too many. At that point, I paused, then raised my hand and waved at the camera. “Hi, Agnes. Long time no see. I wonder, by the time you see this video, will I already be dead? But even if I am, my body will stay here, just like these bones. So, Agnes, don’t forget to come and collect my corpse.”

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends.