Volume Ember の小説・ストーリー

“I know. But Ember needs you. She needs someone who understands what she is experiencing. Who can teach her to live with multiple perspectives without being consumed by them? That someone is you.” He was right. Of course, he was right. But I was so tired. Over the following weeks, I worked with Ember daily. Teaching her the techniques the Joined had developed. How to partition memories so they do not overwhelm. How to recognise which thoughts were hers and which were inherited. How to use the multiple perspectives as a strength rather than a burden. It was slow, painful work. Some days she made progress. Other days she regressed, lost in memories of lives she never lived.

“Please come in and have some tea.” Sister Mila escorted her inside the building and brought her straight to the visiting area where she immediately served Ember tea after she sat down. “Thank you.” Ember picked the cup and took a sip, enjoying the warmth it brought to her body. Ember's eyes shifted to Sister Mila and noticed her watching her with a smile. “My bad, I forgot to introduce myself.” Ember's cheeks flushed. “I'm Ember Heart,” She began by introducing herself. “I came to the city to attend a wedding and decided to pay the orphanage a visit while I'm here.”

The door opens. And inside? The version of Ember who never questioned a thing. And who never needed love to kill.

Ember: Ember sat at her desk, surrounded by stacks of financial reports and tax returns. She was focused on reconciling a particularly tricky account, her eyes scanning the numbers with a practiced intensity. But as she glanced up at the clock on the wall, her gaze was drawn to the long hand ticking its way towards the 12, and the short hand resting on the 4. It was 4:00 PM, the official end of her workday. Ember felt a sense of relief wash over her, and she closed her eyes, letting out a quiet sigh. She saved her work on the computer, tidied up her desk, and began to pack up her things.

"What do you think of Ethan's hospitality?" I smiled. "He's been an amazing friend," I replied. Ember smiled widely. "I bet," she whispered. Ethan intervened, laughing. "Emberly, stop teasing." I asked, "Why were you in Milan, Ember?" Ember replied, "Oh, I went for business." Ethan chimed in, "Emberly's being modest. She owns a restaurant, La Dolce Vita." Ember playfully rolled her eyes. "Big brother, you're giving away my secrets," Ember teased.

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

Alpha Cyrus drew his sword from his sheath. My heart was beating, I couldn't die like this. Not now, not here, I had a whole life in front of me. I crawled backward slowly and the guard held me steady. "I find you, Hope Embers, guilty of treason and I hereby sentence you to death by beheading under the full moon in two days time." My heart fell to the pit of my stomach.

“So I do wonder how I’m going to pay for it.” “It’s mine, actually.” Ember placed a dish on the table and went back into the kitchen. “I was bored and I did a little purchasing spree.” I raised my eyebrow at her. “With…apartments?” “Not just. I did some bigger properties, stocks, businesses. I’ve been bored and I don’t think needlepoint is really me. Despite being told that I am not the best Luna material, I sure have shoved those words in those rich she-wolves faces.” Ember put down another plate before the timer went off on the oven. “Especially when they realize I can kick their families off my property for no reason other than they pissed me off.”

Ember, as a doctor, couldn't possibly watch her former patient consume alcohol. However, Eva was insistent about this. "Just drink a little. It's fine. Besides, it's just some fruit wine." Seeing that she was adamant, Ember did not want to upset her. So, she lifted her glass and took a sip. However, Eva had already instructed the staff to replace the wine with high-quality spirits. Ember took a sip, only to feel it burn her throat. Her brow furrowed slightly, and she opened her mouth in astonishment. "Is this really fruit wine? Why does this burn so much?"

Ember’s POV: So that’s how it’s going to be now? Do I even have the right to ask questions? To rant? To vent out my feelings from all these? I can’t believe that my whole life is a lie! I heard footsteps from the front. That’s so freaking strange. I’ve been feeling a little bit off for the past few days. From where I was curled into a ball, I saw my mother and a young man who looked relatively familiar. My eyes couldn’t see him very well because he had his back turned from where I was but his smell, oh…it’s so strong and sexy..what the…?