Embers Novels & Stories

said Jazer as she approached me “What is your name kid” she asked “It is Jude, Jude Ochukwu” I replied “Okay Jude, we are just going to have some little fun, you and the rest of us” she said “Jazer, don’t forget that what we need is his semen. Don’t get carried away, I would sell you, if you contaminate the specimen within you” said Erzer. “Yeah yeah, billions of Tridits, I know. But I am still having fun” she replied

the man beside me said. My heart jumped. I don't know why I was so nervous. I slowly pulled out one of my ear buds and looked up at the man. "Yes?" He blinked and shot me a smile, revealing tobacco stained teeth. "I'm Brennan. Brennan Ferguson. What's your name?" What? The question seemed a bit intrusive since we hadn't even had a conversation yet. Or was it normal? Maybe he was just being friendly and I was being paranoid. "I'm Em—" I coughed to blur my mistake and placed my hands on my throat. "Sorry. I'm Skyler."

she said in a serious tone, her eyes showing deep worry. I held my breath for a moment, feeling a glimmer of worry spread within me. “Really? What’s going on between them?” I asked, trying to understand the situation further. “The clash has already started due to some differences in interests. As an omega, I’ve only heard whispers from the members. They’re talking about how this could affect all the packs around it,” Regina explained, her eyes looking concerned.

Jade queried, her voice sharp and accusatory. “Just leave and not get me angry!!” Carl growled, his eyes spitting fire. Jade fumed, with her fists clenched before leaving. Carl turned his gaze to Amanda and said, “Here in our club, we have almost forty members. The other guy I introduced to you is Mason. He’s the enforcer.” Carl showed her a set of people smoking and drinking on a settee. “The dude over there with a long blonde hair is Henry. Over there are, Ronald, Megan, Tim, Henry, Jade, Taylor and Sanjay..”

Focus is all Riley kept repeating to herself for the past week and a half. She had managed to do so, especially with Lily's help. She would pass Ethan in the halls, but his attention was always on his friends. No looks or spoken words. However, she could feel the eyes burn into her from Melissa. Landon was part of that group, too, but she couldn't blame him. He would only be a step-brother. He had his own friends from before their families joined together. She couldn't hold it against him.

“And what would that be?” “I want your ledger.” Cutter laughed, struggling to stifle a cough. “What the fuck are you talking about?” “Your black book. The ledger you keep locked away. The one that contains your club’s contacts, business associates, bank codes. You know the one I’m talking about.”

“It's no big deal I will just sleep on the couch, Triston. It will just be a week, I can handle it-” “And have your condition worsened? No, that’s idiotic.” He scoffed, shaking his head hard. “I will just-” Triston’s phone rang, silencing us both. He moved quickly, going to grab the phone, he grumbled further before answering. “Marcus, hello- yes we landed safely,” He listened for a moment, “Yeah the bungalow is super… Just a quick thought though why just a single bedroom-” He stayed silent, “Yes, of course we sleep together, but you know her shoes need their separate space too-” He bit his bottom lip in question, “Yes, the office can be used as extra space.” Triston seemed to choose a diffe

“Mrs. Veyron.” “Thank you, Mara,” Cassian said. “We’ll take it from here.” She nodded quickly. “He’s settled. Meds are in this bag. The notes are on top.” She lowered her voice. “He is… difficult.” “I know,” Cassian said. “I’m right here,” another voice cut through, sharp as glass. We both turned. Lucian sat in a sleek black wheelchair at the base of the stairs. His posture was perfect; his eyes were cruel.

I interrupt, eyes wide, looking at Sam, who stays silent. “What’s the problem, Estela?” Sam asks calmly. “Repeat what you said, Mark,” I demand, surprised. “I said… how about we do this now?” he repeats, pointing to a card in the game with a sliced ham image. “I’m hungry, sorry,” Mark adds, shrugging. This time I swallow hard—the imminent full moon is affecting me more than ever.

Viktor opened his mouth to protest, but Van Helsing cut him off. "That is our decision, Viktor," he said firmly. "And it is final." The room fell silent, and Viktor reluctantly nodded his assent. He knew better than to argue with the council's decision, but he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach. He had a bad feeling about this mission, and he couldn't shake the feeling that things were going to end badly. Helena stood at the back of the room, feeling numb with shock. She had always looked up to her uncle, and his approval meant everything to her. But now that she had it, she wasn't sure she was ready for the task ahead.