Flames Of Ambition Novels & Stories

" That fire. That flame. The one that the Viscount's family used was the Flames of Gehenna. The Flames of Gehenna were the most dangerous of all the fires. And only a handful of people could control the Flames of Gehenna. Truthfully, if the Flames of Gehenna were used, everyone would be devoured and nothing would remain. With just a whisp of the wind, a small Flames of Gehenna could expand depending on the wind that was controlled. Therefore, the one behind the Viscount's family could not be just anyone. After all, they managed to hide Rosemary from everyone despite the pretense that they did. There were a lot of powerful people that were indebted to them due to Rosemary's dishes. How could

"Mother Flame, an adjacent addition to the Fireborn Omega prophecy, written many, many years later. It talks about the same thing, another prophet had the same vision... but it changed slightly. She is a motherly soul, not a vengeful one. Born to shake things up but never from a malicious place. Her ambitions changed, she's no longer burning down her enemies from a hateful place, she's doing everything from the need to protect her own. Her children. She's not dangerous… she's protective and caring. I bet you'd be a great mother one day, Ivy." "I already am. I have a son," I whisper, feeling my throat swelling up. That sounds more like me. I am not dangerous, I would never just burn someone t

“Because some flames… aren’t meant to be controlled. Some obsessions… aren’t meant to be tamed. And some people… are impossible to resist.” The fog wrapped around us, swallowing the streets and isolating us in a world that felt simultaneously dangerous and electric. I was trembling—not just from desire this time, but from the knowledge that real danger was stalking us. And still, my body moved closer, drawn into the storm of fire and obsession he carried like a living thing. “I’m already too far gone,” I admitted softly. “I… I can’t stay away.” He smirked, a slow, dangerous smile that made my pulse hammer even harder. “Good. That’s the only way this could ever work. Some flames… need to burn

With a final flourish, she extinguished the flames, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke in their wake. Elara, the newcomer with the Celestial Flames, stepped forward next. Her presence commanded attention, and her eyes burned with a fierce intensity. "My power is the Celestial Flames," she said, her voice ringing with authority. "These flames are imbued with celestial energy, capable of healing and destruction."

I raised my palm and said,” let me think. I looked around the room trying to come up with a plan. The fire burning in the fireplace caught my eye. A moth flew towards it dazzled by the flame. It turned to ashes the moment its wings touched the fire. If the fire had managed to move back just by an inch the moth would have been saved. The fire is not capable of maintaining distance but I can. His pain-filled eyes flashed before me and I felt a pang of regret but I had to do this. I couldn’t let Alex burn like the moth just because he wanted to come near me.

Main Characters: Alexander - The 25-year-old handsome and independent guy who's a workaholic. He likes working and earning money. He had a past that turned him into a narcissist. He doesn't believe in love and has commitment issues. Ellie - The Novels narrator and 23-year-old protagonist who's studying and still dependent on her family. She has been brought up in a strict family with morals and ethics. She's a day-dreamer who keeps dreaming about her prince charming and finding her true love.

, Bruno who was very good at what he does concluded. The conversation ended up that both of them had almost the same thing in mind, with a pre-planned meeting and working agenda, Bruno had to keep his head straight to come up with a perfect location. This lustful desire did not even allow any of them sleep. Bruno had already created a world of fantasy, an experimentation of how soft the lips would be, how sexy the curves were, the beauty is indeed in the eyes of the beholder. Enola, was almost wet, she imagined being held in the sexy arms of her lover, she already felt his hands moving round her body like the crawling movement of a snail, the feeling and expression left her tumbling on her b

Her breath trembled as something inside her cracked—not with breaking, but with release. She closed her eyes, drawing the wildfire closer, not to crush it, not to run—but to face it. The whispers tore at her, but she pushed back with her own voice, raw and burning: “I am not your kindling. I am not your ruin. I am flame, and flame is mine to carry.” The wildfire shuddered, sparks bursting outward like a thousand tiny stars. The dark edges burned away, leaving only fierce, golden light that wrapped around her like a mantle.

This time, she was prepared to give her all, leaving no room for mercy or hesitation. With a steely resolve, Amy immersed herself in the intricate details of the business transaction. She would uncover the hidden truths, exploit the weaknesses, and execute her plans with precision. The flames of ambition burned brightly within her, guiding her every move as she embarked on a mission to reclaim her father's company's rightful place at the top.

Damon says, looking at me with suspicion in his eyes. "I don't know. The smell of alcohol is making me nauseous. I don't know why. If you think I am trying to get pregnant to catch you, you are making a mistake. If I got pregnant by mistake, it will be my baby and mine alone. I will never try to catch you. Not everybody wants to catch you. Not everybody thinks that you are God's gift to women. Not everybody wants your money. I am one of those who just enjoy being with you and having great sex," I say.