The moment I had seen my dad, I was relieved and every sign of hopelessness in my life vanished. It was replaced with an unexplainable feeling that lit up something in me. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I knew it felt good. His presence reassured me that everything would be okay, that our life would be better, and the dimmed hope I had was lit up.He was the only person I could see at this moment. I forgot that we were in an abandoned place because he made it beautiful here. He lit up like dawn, engulfing the darkness surrounding us.With my yearning and anticipation, I ran for Dad, holding my breath. Once I was in front, I wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug. Tears rolled down my eyes as I felt the warmth of a parent's embrace. This was what I'd been longing for. To feel that I was still a child, and to have a parent that would comfort me every time I was down. And Dad never failed to provide that."My princess," Dad said.I couldn't help the sobs daring to escape my

Okay, first of all, thank you so much for making it this far. I really appreciate you giving His Fragile Flame a chance and I hope you liked it. It was one hell of a ride and I really enjoyed writing it. I don't know how I'll end this in a good note but here we go . . . ❗NEW BOOK ALERT❗I will be having a book II for this series called "His Fractured Flame (Book II of HFF series)". But before we get to it, I'm currently writing a stand-alone novel from His Fragile Flame that was written in another perspective. To be specific, it's a book about Kourtney Devaraux which will be under Young Adult since it mostly revolved around high school. Here are the sneak peeks for these books QUEEN OF ACE (A stand-alone novel)The story about Kourtney Devaraux, the

Fighting over the things I didn't want to lose had pushed me to my limits. I had done mistakes, buried my old self, and reprogrammed who I was. My deepest fear had already faced me; I lost Dad. The most valuable person in my life was . . . dead. His death still hadn't struck me, and I didn't want to believe it. I had closed my eyes to unsee the occurrence that unfolded in front of me because I knew I was still a coward. I was hiding underneath the surface of myself, and losing in the game I had been fighting for had proved my fragility. 

William plopped some files in front of me, as I stared at it while unwrapping the white cloth that was cloaking my hands. Tossing it on the ground, I reached for the file and flipped it open. We were sitting in front of the gym's huge table, and William was seated on the other side. He was watching me read the texts on the paper, elbows placed on the table and his hands were clasped together.

My brows furrowed when I saw Hansel sauntering inside. I was filled with disbelief, and I was confused for a moment. He was the one who told me how exhausted he was from getting involved in this cause, and he was continuously reiterating how traumatizing our drastic change in life was. He wasn’t used to it, unlike me who had dealt with living on my own when Mom had kicked me out of the house back when I was still fifteen. Hansel was anxious about almost everything after the trau