Reputation Embersofapril Novels & Stories

"You walking disaster! You're a godforsaken idiot! Why would you install pirated software that you bought online? Were you really that short on money? Look at the mess you made! Every single sample is destroyed! What are you going to use to pay for it?" His voice cracked with hysterical despair. Elijah trembled from head to toe, crying so hard his face was covered in tears and mucus. "I'm sorry. I really meant well at first. I didn't know it'd turn out like this." He had delicate features, so crying like this almost made him look fragile and pitiful. Maya hurried over, her face full of concern. She forced herself to speak calmly. "I know you meant well. I promise you'll be fine. Theo has alr

The agony was unbearable, and I blacked out within seconds. Then a cold, mechanical voice sounded in my ears. "Attention. The system has been activated. Your first task is to make Victoria fall for you. The reward for completing this task is a basic energy shield that blocks zombie attacks. Every dollar you spend on Victoria will be returned to you tenfold." I snapped awake in an instant, and the agony of being torn apart was gone. Fate was kind enough to give me a second chance. I quickly checked the time. There were 20 days left until Christmas. I vaguely remembered that in my past life, the outbreak had happened on Christmas Eve.

Leo asked. I thought about the fire that had broken through my binding, the ancient fury that had opened its eyes inside me and refused to be extinguished. I thought about Marcus, out there somewhere, still burning with whatever twisted rage drove him, and about how different that kind of fire was from what I wanted to build here. "Ember House," I said slowly, testing the words. "Because an ember isn't the destructive part of a fire. It's what's left after everything burns down — small, but still warm. Still alive. Still capable of starting something new if you're patient with it."

I say flatly. "Oh, but I am!" Ember actually claps her massive claws together like an excited child. "It's been so lonely on this mountain since my clan exiled me. No one to talk to except passing travelers who run away screaming. No one to appreciate my vast intelligence and wit. No one to properly admire my magnificent hoard!" She's insane. Completely, utterly insane. Not evil or demonic, just bored and lonely and absolutely out of her mind. "We don't have time for games," I try to reason with her. "The demon invasion is happening now. People are dying now. We need your help now."

On the other end of the line, Samantha Sterling smiled slowly, staring out at the Miami skyline from her office window, watching the Walker Group tower catch the first faint rays of sunlight breaking through the clouds. "Good," she said quietly. "Everything connects eventually. Send me what you have." Somewhere in that gray morning light, three separate storms — Chloe's past, Samantha's revenge, and a marriage built on lies — were slowly, inevitably, beginning to merge into one.

Sam sat alone on a bench a few feet away, staring at his hands, looking like a man who'd just jumped off a cliff and was only now realizing there was no telling where he'd land. I walked over and sat beside him. "Thank you," I said. "I know what that cost you." "I don't know what it cost me yet," he said quietly. "I'll find out soon enough." "If you ever need anything," I said. "A job, a place to land if this goes badly for you …you have it. I mean that." He looked at me, something almost surprised in his expression, like he hadn't expected kindness from the woman his family had spent years trying to destroy.

But I was also resolute, "Ember, What are you trying to say?" "I'm trying to say that I…I, Ember McGregor, reject you, Alpha Jean of the Silver Bright pack as my mate."

She pressed, the desperation literally dripping from her tone. I sighed, rubbing my freehand all over my face. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on and I literally can’t believe you and I have swapped souls through some voodoo process but even amidst all that, if you think I’m going to trust Malcom Reece even if he handed me his heart on a silver platter, You’ve got something wrong”. Her eyes widened almost comically. “Once this is all settled-” I took a deep breath, trying to reign in the fury, the bottled hate, the very one I had misplaced but not forgotten.”-I’m going to kill that fucking bastard with my bare hands”.

“What is your connection to all this, Cruella D'vile?” Hey dear readers, Cathystar here. I apologize for my absence and slow updates. I haven't been feeling well these past weeks. I'm slowly crawling back to updating, please don't be mad at me. I'll try my best to give you daily updates, if I can't cope, then expect updates on Sundays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Thank you:) ***

she adds softly, her fingers lightly smoothing my brow as I slowly open my eyes. “Remarkable,” She praises as I shift uncomfortably on the bed. “You know, Luca, you may feel angry about what happened to you. But this is not the end of your story. You have power within you. Do you know what that means?” She asks softly, smiling with her purple eyes, and it’s only then I notice her skin has a silver shimmer to it. My eyes widen slightly as she flicks her wrist, her palm igniting a bright white flame. “How did you do that?” Auntie Kara smiles as me, closing her hand into a fist, the flame disappearing.