Lahat ng Kabanata ng RAGING FLAME: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

I was curled up on my couch, lost in a book, when the clock struck midnight. The quietness of my apartment was interrupted by a sudden, insistent knocking at the door. Startled, I glanced at the clock—12:01 AM.Groaning, I placed my book aside and walked to the door, wondering who would visit me at such an odd hour. When I opened it, I was met with the grinning faces of my friends.“Happy Birthday, Amira!” they all shouted in unison, startling me so much I almost slammed the door in their faces.“Oh my God, you guys!” I exclaimed, laughter bubbling out of me as they piled into my small apartment, carrying balloons, a small cake, and a variety of wrapped presents.Eva hugged me tightly. “You thought we’d forget, didn’t you?”Mia added, “We’ve been planning this for weeks!”Ryan stood in the back, a small, beautifully wrapped box in his hands. His expression was softer than usual, his usual confidence tempered with something else—nervousness?After everyone had eaten cake and the pile o

A Late-Night VisitIt was nearing midnight when a soft, hesitant knock echoed through my apartment. Leo lifted his head, ears perked, as I set aside my book and approached the door. Through the peephole, I saw Mia, her teeth gnawing at her nails—a telltale sign of her anxiety.Opening the door, I gently grasped her wrist, pulling her hand away from her mouth. “Mia, don’t bite your nails. Come in.”She offered a sheepish smile and stepped inside.She sighed, dropping her hand reluctantly. “I can’t help it, Amira. This is serious!”I stepped aside, gesturing her in. “Well, whatever it is, come in. Ice cream solves everything.”Mia flopped onto the couch as I rummaged through the freezer. I grabbed a tub of chocolate chip ice cream and two spoons. Setting the tub down on the table, I handed her a spoon.“Spill it,” I said, taking a bite of ice cream.She groaned, burying her face in her hands. “My dad—he’s arranged a blind date for me. Tomorrow!”I paused mid-bite, raising an eyebrow. “A

Mia’s father had made the big announcement: her engagement party was scheduled for the following week. It was a moment of joy and celebration, and Mia was determined to make it special. She roped in Amira and Eva for a late-night shopping spree, the kind of carefree adventure that friends would treasure forever.The three of them walked into a luxury boutique at nearly midnight. The store, dazzling with mirrors and glittering fabrics, was empty of other shoppers. Mia turned to her friends and announced with a grin, “Pick anything you want! My treat.”Amira laughed, “Mia, you’re going to spoil us.”“That’s the point!” Mia said, dragging Eva toward a row of evening gowns.As the girls browsed, Mia pulled out her phone and dialed Michael, her fiancé.“Hey, bee, what’s up?” Michael answered cheerfully.“Did you pick something to wear for the engagement party?” Mia asked.“Not yet,” Michael admitted.“Well, that won’t do. Come to the shop now. We’ll find you something,” Mia ordered.“Wait,

Phone ringing …..Finally he picked up the call.There was silence on the other end for a moment, neither of them speaking.“Aiden?” she finally said, her voice hesitant.His response was a low, broken chuckle. “Amira…” Hisvoice was slurred, heavy with alcohol. “I was hoping you would call me , speak with me for the last time ?”Amira’s heart stopped. “What are you saying? Stop talk like that.”“I just want you to be happy,” he muttered. “My wife is scared of me. I hate myself for what I’ve become.”Amira’s eyes widened in panic. “Aiden, where are you? Tell me where you are!”There was a pause before he responded, his tone mocking. “Why do you care?”“Aiden!” she shouted, desperate. “Just tell me where you are!”But the call ended abruptly.Amira stood frozen for a moment, the silence of her apartment pressing in on her. Then, determination surged through her. She couldn’t let him spiral into the abyss. She called a technician she knew from her workplace, explaining the urgency of the

The morning sun peeked through the heavy curtains as Amira grabbed her bag, determined to leave the luxurious hotel Aiden had insisted on for the night. She had only agreed to stay for convenience after the car trouble, but now, she was ready to return to her own world. She didn’t need more time around Aiden’s suffocating intensity or the constant tug of emotions she was desperately trying to suppress.“I’ll drive you back,” Aiden’s deep voice rang out as she reached the door.“No, thank you,” Amira said firmly, clutching her bag tighter. “I’ll drive myself ”Aiden leaned against the doorframe, blocking her exit. “Do you think I’m going to let you walk out of here like that? I’m driving. End of discussion.”“Aiden,” she began, exasperated.“Princess,” he smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Get in the car.”Amira sighed, knowing it was pointless to argue.The car ride was silent except for the hum of the engine. Amira focused on the scenery passing by, ignoring the man beside he