Reputation Embersofapril Novels & Stories

"The male lead has most likely awakened his self-awareness. However, you still have a chance now. If you keep working at it, you might be able to turn things around. "You can fabricate more comments for him and make him firmly believe that Rosalie Lark is the villainess. Hopefully, everything can still be salvaged. Otherwise, you'll only end up being erased." The moment I heard that, I understood what was going on. A system, huh? It was just one parasite latching onto another parasite. I'd been fooled in my previous life. If not for that, Brandon and his system wouldn't have had such an easy time. In this life, I would cut off every escape route he had.

"How could you change like this?" Her words barely escaped before my hand flew, delivering a resounding slap. She glared at me, incredulous. "You hit me?" "The certificate's authentic. My husband's the real deal, and that slap?" I smirked. "One hundred percent deserved. I've tolerated your games for too long. Who is this pity party for?" Andrea cradled her cheek, melting into Steven's arms with dramatic sobs. He fumed, poised to retaliate, but Levi's steely glare daunted him.

In a dark room, April sat and stared ahead darkly. He had a mate? Who was it? Her phone pinged and she picked it up to find the answer to her question. “Emerald Jackson. She is a real person?” she muttered. Her phone contained more information about Emerald. She paused by Emerald’s Mother’s name. “Bertha Harts. Could it be…” she wondered. She knew the Harts. They were a large werewolf family, someone she knew she had gotten into a conflict with. She had to confirm. She picked up her phone and called Someone.

Antonov stepped toward me and grabbed my arms. "And what are you going to do if you go back now... Who will believe your words when you look nothing like Eve Sanchez... There are many ways to get back at those who wronged us Scarlet, but the best way to truly punish is to drag it out and make the culprit wish he or she was dead... I can help you get your revenge if that is what you want, all you have to do in return is live as Elde's daughter and love her as if she's your mother. Will you do it or not"

Thankfully, none of them had sustained any severe injuries that required immediate medical intervention. Emberlyn activated her HUD display, her curiosity piqued to check her attributes after the intense battle. As she glanced at her screen, her eyes widened in astonishment. The number of unused skill points displayed on her screen had never reached double digits before, and it was all thanks to Keagan's remarkable performance. Grateful, she wanted to express her appreciation, but her shyness held her back.

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.

The stillness in the barracks felt suffocating. The once lively atmosphere, filled with the laughter and camaraderie of my friends, had become a stark void of unease and unspoken words. I lay in my bunk, my body throbbing from the injuries I sustained in the attack. The physical agony was manageable; it was the emotional chasm that left me feeling desolate. My gaze drifted across the room, fixing on Ember engrossed in a book. "Ember," I called softly, wincing as I propped myself up. "What's happening?"

Her speedster abilities coupled with a devilish charm made her an invaluable ally. “No ether this month,” Emily replied nonchalantly, her tone detached as if the failed negotiation was of no consequence. “May I attempt to… negotiate with him?” April asked, her hand already resting on the door’s handle, her eagerness barely restrained. “There’s no need,” Emily responded curtly, her tone firm enough to brook no argument. April hesitated, confused by the abrupt dismissal. “But ma’am, Hound—” “Let me worry about Hound. I said no need,” Emily interrupted, her voice carrying an edge that silenced further protest.

Ember then took a knife from a nearby table and plunged it right into Emma's heart, killing her. "That's for fucking my mate, bitch", she growled out as Emma died. I watched Ember with surprise as she stood up and looked around. "The next person I find out fucking touches him inappropriately will meet the same fucking fate as this bitch, got it", she said loudly, meeting every eye surrounding us. Her eyes had turned bright blue. The same bright blue from last night. I could hear yeses from shocked club members or yes Luna from pack members all around. How the fuck did she even get here, and did she just claim me in my own domain? Why was I turned on by this? She looked at me in annoyance, an

"Oh! Come on, Apollo. If you are thinking that I would die to feel your touch again. Reserve it for some cheap chick here. There are so many hot men in Manila. Men that can do better than you. So much better that I would crave for it 'til now. Comparing you to Simone, I would rather bowed and kneeled down to him all over again, 'cause unlike you, he got the balls." Emily's words are like daggers with poison all hitting directly at Apollo's heart. He is like paralyzed for a moment. If lying is the key to win over an argument towards Apollo. She is willing to lie again and again just to see how he suffers and how much he deserves it. Realizing that she made him speechless pushes her to attack