Little Embers Blind Boxes Novels & Stories

Deep breaths, calming slow deep breaths. Let’s look around to see if there is anything we can use for our escape, Artemis suggested trying to snap Ember out of her thoughts. Ember nodded and took a few more calming breaths before standing again and taking in the room more carefully. There was a plush lounge chair in the corner beside the curtains with a small table beside it and a lamp, and a small bookshelf lined with books beside that. In the other corner was a dark wooden desk and a comfortable-looking chair in front of it. Ember went to the desk and routed through it to see if there was anything she could use. She knew it wasn’t likely that Quinten used this desk for working but she had

At lunch break, Takuto casually pulled a small box from his bag and placed it on his desk. Inside, arranged with care, were five exquisite erasers: Pokémon Edition (Pikachu & Charmander) Kamen Rider Embossed Logo Hatsune Miku Concert Commemorative Version And... the legendary Gundam eraser. Miu’s eyes lit up like a magpie spotting treasure. “Whaaat?! Where did you get all these?!” Takuto pushed up his imaginary glasses again, giving her a cold, calculated smile. “You can borrow them. For a price.”

The flame answered her, somehow, the way it always seemed to, curling brighter for just a moment, and then, without warning, it changed. The fire stopped being fire and became something else, an image, hanging suspended in the flame's shifting light, and Sera's breath caught hard in her throat. A throne, black stone, half swallowed in shadow. And above it, hovering where a head would rest, a crown, simple, unadorned, made of something that glowed faintly orange, like it was forged from the very fire showing it to her. "What are you," Sera whispered, and the flame flickered like it was listening, like it understood the question and simply had no way yet to answer it.

He asked, not even sparing Porsche a glance. Porsche titled his head. "I can't express emotions. I don't consider myself a sort of disturbance or nuisance either. Perhaps, you mean to ask if that would make me no longer ask you to unbox it." He nodded, "And the answer is yes." With a sigh, Emerson opened the box. His hands shook as he lifted the lid and saw what laid inside. Inside, there were belts, neckties, chains, ribbons.. and then, as his eyes scanned further, items that left him speechless: a vibrator. Huh? Ropes... all things associated with BDSM.

Confetti explodes over her head, She shrieks. Ember is standing by the armchair, holding a party popper she apparently hid beside it. “IT’S MIDNIGHT!” Piper stares at the glitter raining into her lap. “Ember!” “Happy birthday, you dramatic, emotionally unavailable icon!” Piper bursts out laughing as Ember tackles her into a hug. “Happy twenty-first,” Ember says softly against her shoulder. Something warm swells in Piper’s chest. “Thank you.” She pulls back, blinking quickly. “I was going to call my mom.” She pats her pocket again.

“So do you think Faye’s mother was his first love who broke his heart and he’ll never love again?” “If that were true, Faye would have known who her mother was. Why are you so interested anyway?” Emmie narrowed her eyes at me. “M-Me? No reason. I was just curious. Never mind. What are you going to sell in here anyway?” A naughty grin spread on her face. “Sex toys.” I choked on my saliva. “Are you insane?” “What’s wrong? It’s a bombing business.” “Your mother’s going to kill you!” I laughed.

she said, “I have a special gift for you. For the trip.” My stomach dropped. “Emelda, no.” “Emelda, yes,” she said, and pulled a small package out of her pocket. It was wrapped in silver paper with a black ribbon. “Open it.” I took it like it might explode. “What is this?” “Open it and see.” I ripped the paper and Inside was a small glass bottle filled with brown liquid. It looked like medicine and honey at the same time . Next to it was a black box, about the size of my palm.

It was a video, grainy, like it had been recorded in haste. Ember stared into the lens. Her face was bruised, but her eyes burned bright. “My name is Ember. I was created by Ash Phoenix as his final weapon. But I am not him. I don’t want war. I don’t want destruction. I want truth. I want family.” She paused. “Alma Sterling if you’re watching this, I need your help.” Ezra exchanged a look with Alma. “This could be bait.” Roman agreed. “Or a trap.”

“She wouldn’t hurt Angelica, would she? I mean, she’s just a child. She can’t possibly understand everything that’s going on.” Ember didn’t answer my question right away. She held out her hand and blew softly into her palm. A small ball of flame sputtered to life, illuminating where we stood in the darkness. The light flickered and waned, dancing as its casted shadows along Ember’s high cheekbones and plump lips.

“The blue one’s soft.” Emma scampered off. Arielle didn’t think twice about it. She should have. --- Emma was digging through the drawer when she found it. The tissue. The plastic. The strange little stick with the window on it. She frowned, pulling it out. “What the hell is this thing?” she muttered under her breath, parroting Liam’s favorite phrase with innocent accuracy. She turned it over, squinting at the faint lines like they might rearrange themselves into something recognizable.