Billy Blazes Novels & Stories

"She is living in hell but she is not broken, Yang" Damon looked out of the window towards the place where she slapped him. "There is a fire in her big eyes... They dazzle, they blaze and I want to test it... I want to snatch that fire from her eyes." He smirked evilly. "She will be my exception, my distraction!"

With the loving hug, he smiled and embraced her back. Oh, shit. The blonde then said something to him. Rand stilled for a second, then tossed his head back with a laugh as they still held onto each other. Oh, nah! They just did not just do that! Daisy saw red, black and blue. “But then again, respectable ain’t all it’s cracked up to be!” she huffed and made her way out the door. “No! Mama Daisy…NO!” Maggie shouted from behind her. CHAPTER SIX TIT FOR TAT

Olivia said. "Olivia no!" Liam said. "Of course, I only need you, I never did anything to him, ah except stabbing him back then, but that's because he held you back" Billy said and slowly approached Olivia and Liam who were by the window. "Do not come close!" Liam immediately blocked Olivia's body, he stood in front of Olivia with red eyes. "Are you taking me to war?" Billy said and his eyes turned red too. "Liam, please don't do this," Olivia said.

Blaze folded her hands when Blair dialled a number and waited for her brother to attend the phone. "Hello, brother. Go to the underground parking and search for truck 616. Fia is in there..." she waited for about five minutes when he told her that he found her. "I'll see you at home," with that she disconnected the line. Blair's face was clouded with annoyance when Blaze was grinning. Next moment and Blair took her gun out from the pocket and without thinking she shot the few men while Blaze standing impassively. Julio was frightened a bit as he looked towards his boss who said, "Anger, eh?"

He couldn't enjoy the warm sunshine of summer, smell the fragrance of flowers in spring, the beauty of leaves changing colors in autumn, and the romance of snowfall in winter. "Ah, it's here!" squealed Taylor as she stared at her phone screen. I hurriedly picked up my phone from the table and unlocked the screen. I was surprised to see Blaze in the video. He was sitting behind a table with nothing on it. The room was dark, and the lights only shone on him, seemingly to hide the location where the video was recording. "Good evening," Blaze greeted. I suddenly missed his soft, deep voice. "I'm not going to say much. The evidence I've shown is enough to represent all the messages I want to conv

, Damien stated as he placed a hand on Blaze’s shoulder. “Okay, what’s wrong?”, Blaze asked. “Did you tell anyone who you are? Or did you have any weird urges or feelings?”, Damien asked. Blaze took a while to respond. “No, no one knows who we are. And… I didn’t have any urges to drink anyone’s blood.”, Blaze lied. “Okay, take my car and drive safe buddy.”, Damien stated. “Got it. Thanks.”, Blaze stated as he walked out of the house.

She approached us, wearing white clothes, hair opened, and one eye was bleeding. The familiar black cat was behind her. "AGHHH! G HMMMM!" She screamed in a demonic sound. Low pitched and cracking every time she yelled. I got chills down my spine when she was in front of me. So, she was Lisa Dorling. When she gasped, I could feel my breath halted. She glared at us and left from there. "Appreciate that you were in this jail. Otherwise, you were dead." I was starting to get suspicious. What was all this happening? Anxious, unsettled, I was losing hope.

6th January, 1999 The White House President Freddie Rawlings Today is the day we strike. Today is the day I finally get my daughter back. Yesterday, Matt made a shocking revelation. I never knew that he had his own private security outfit. He actually trained men and women and was the head of the team. In total, he had about five hundred men and women but a hundred will be going for this operation. I and Matt would remain here at the white house while his men and some FBI agents invade Joel's house.

Was signing a pact with a demon while standing in the ashes of your life a choice, or simply the only path left that didn’t lead to immediate destruction? A soft chime, melodic but impersonal, echoed from a panel beside the bed. A disembodied, polite voice followed. “Mr. Jay. Mr. Bianchi requests your presence in the study when you are ready.” Requests. The word was a formality, a thin veneer over a command. Jay glanced at himself in the full-length mirror. He was still in the clothes from the shoot, now rumpled and smelling of club air and tension. He looked like what he was: a refugee from one war, drafted into another.

She doesn't seem bad. " Very bad," said Martha " but... I wouldn't want my problem to spoil our first day of the meeting "they both laughed it out " Yeah you are right " Bella got up " Let's talk about how to make a surprise party for Allyson. Don't you think we should make a few arrangements? "