Novel & Cerita Wings And Embers Bonus Chapter

My dad only replied, "The weather is bad today. The aircraft can't take off." With that, he ended the call. Hugging Mom, whose heart had stopped beating, Uncle Peter sat in the corridor outside the emergency room the whole night. The next day, someone posted a photo on the local forum. In the photo, a white Cessna flew across the sky, with pink petals drifting down from the aircraft. The sky was clear. … In the afternoon, my secretary, Annie Grant, knocked on the door. "Mr. Lowe, we've received a call from Zach Airways. They asked if you've finished reviewing the file sent by Mr. Zimmerman and when you will be able to approve it."

The fourth video cut straight to my first day on Exile Island. I was on my knees, crying and begging my parents to take me back. “Mother, please! Don’t leave me here! I’ll change! I’ll change anything you want!” However, they showed no mercy whatsoever. Without even looking back, they boarded the helicopter and left. Not long after, someone covered my eyes. In the darkness and silence, I heard countless footsteps closing in. As fear swallowed me whole, I curled into myself, hiding in a corner, trembling uncontrollably.

“I know how to stay when things are uncomfortable. I know how to choose what is right, even when it costs me.” Her breath shuddered. She let it. “I know how to serve.” The silence deepened. Alina lifted her head. Tears blurred her vision. “If that is enough,” she whispered, “then show me. And if it is not, let me walk away without shame.” For a long moment, nothing happened. The candles held their light. The shadows did not shift. The Crown did not blaze. Waiting pressed in. Then the stone beneath her palms warmed. Not with heat that burned, but with warmth that spread slowly, steadily, like sunlight reaching through cloud. The ember stone glowed a little brighter, its light soft but unmista

Prologue II: Pyre, 3113 Pyre Av 5, 3113 Stephan Caliphus, King Everything was on fire the night he finished the book in the back room of a borrowed house. He laid his glasses down on the desk in front of him and rubbed his tired eyes. The crackling of flames could be heard as the city burned all around them. The blood curdling screams of the men in the streets where they died was enough to make the blood of the fiercest warrior run cold, but he was a man of empathy and it hurt him more than it did the others.

Goddess, I love it when he does that. “Let’s finish what we came for and then I can give myself to you.” He winked at me and I sighed, feeling all hot and bothered. Damn the Alpha and his cameras. Emilio got on the sliding ladder next to the shelves and began to search for books. I thought I should help too so I stood up and willed my wings out, hoping the flames on them didn’t burn the place down. I willed them to flap a little and I noticed the flames didn’t affect anything. The wings were pretty big to be let out in a house but luckily they were harmless.

“I’ve already been broken. What’s left now is the part that learned how to survive the fire.” Vera said nothing at first. She only watched Emereah’s fingers as the ember flickered and pulsed, alive with something ancient. The fire didn’t consume her. It clung to her like breath. “You speak like the flame is your ally,” Vera said softly, stepping forward. “But even fire leaves scars.” Emereah’s eyes didn’t move from the horizon. “I’ve bled for every scar. And I’ve named them.” “Named them?” Emereah nodded once. “My father. My mother. The warriors of Crescent Silver Moon Fang. The girls they slaughtered. The mates they silenced. I carry them all.”

Cruel? Ember slowly leaned closer, her eyes glowing with cold fury. “Cruel?” she whispered. “If I were cruel, you wouldn’t even be standing here talking to me.” The room fell into dead silence. No one dared to speak. Ember straightened and turned toward Issac. “Let’s go.” “Yes, Madam.” “And ow with me serving tires with the Robin's family that also means am taking back all the wealth and company that originally belongs to my mother.“

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. See you next time. There'll be more ahead. Thank you!

Instead, I moved closer. Lena swore and stumbled backward, her survival instincts sharper than mine. "Hail, what the hell are you doing?" I ignored her. The heat pressed against my skin like physical hands, pushing me back. My eyes watered, and my lungs protested with each breath, but I kept moving forward until I reached Ember. Her entire body glowed now, light pulsing beneath her skin in waves that matched her heartbeat. The air around her shimmered, and small objects—screws, dust, a scrap of paper, began to orbit her like tiny satellites caught in her gravity.

Kimberly turned to Emberlyn with an expression that contained several questions she had decided to hold until she had privacy. Emberlyn looked at the ice. I let the moment settle. Then I looked at Noah, who had the uncomplicated energy of someone whose team was currently winning and was therefore in possession of the specific goodwill that winning produces. "Bring it home," I said. "And after that, dinner’s on me. Ember has something to share with you both." Kim turned immediately. "What something?" Emberlyn turned to me with the expression she used when I had done something she hadn't anticipated and was deciding how to respond.