Blazing Bins Novels & Stories

Blaze added casually which made Breiy turn to him again. Breiy became thoughtful for a while while he blankly stared at the chopping board in front of him. "I will release a limited edition pick-up truck this week, only two top-of-the-line units. A black and a white panther edition. The mass production started last month and the initial units will be available in the market in the middle of next month" Breiy explained while he continued to chop the vegetables. Blaze paused for a while and stared at the back of his brother. "The black one" Blaze responded and went to his cooking.

Her rapidly beating heart and the way she scrunched her eyelids close gave her away. Zephyr didn't want to tell Chris about it and the man didn't seem to notice because he was busy checking on his patients. Zephyr smiled softly and shook his head before calling out to her again, this time he sounded angry. "This is your last chance. Open your eyes, else I'll throw you into a burning furnace." He threatened. Bellona let out a sigh and finally opened her eyes. His last words broke her resolve. Even though she wasn't scared of death but she vowed that if she was to die, she'd do it beautifully and getting burnt to ashes was definitely not a pleasant sight.

Keagan asked rhetorically, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "No way, bro! I'm genuinely looking out for you. Trust me, most of those other brands are just cheap imitations, loaded with chemicals you definitely don't want in your body," Blitz explained, raising his fist and waiting for Keagan to reciprocate with a fist bump. Keagan reluctantly obliged, but his initial impression of Blitz didn't sit well with him. It felt like Blitz put on a show for others, attempting to conceal his obnoxious nature, but failing to do so effectively.

With that, she hurried up the stairs and the last thing Emily heard of her was the heavy sound of the door slammed shut. Emily dropped the waste bin in her hand and sat weakly on the couch. She could feel the tears pushing more strongly now, but she raised her head to keep them at bay. She wasn't going to shed any more tears, she thought with determination. But it seemed that the more she tried to prevent herself from letting her heart loose, the more her heart was becoming heavy.

Naturally, she was filled with anxiety and dread. "Get lost!" With a loud crash, Zayn hurled a liquor bottle at the door from inside the study. The sharp and piercing sound made Cassidy scream and turn to flee in panic.

My heart dropped so hard I stopped breathing entirely. The flames burned through a wide range of trees, demolishing through trunks and branches in a violent spiral, and then Binny launched into the air on the force of his own gift. He soared high above the canopy, the ground beneath him still burning, and landed hard on the deck of the ship. The floorboards around his boots immediately began to smoke. My breathing turned erratic as I watched the destruction he’d caused on Lucenia. Why on the goddessdamned realm was he even here?

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

"There was never another plan." They stepped forward at the same time. The Twin Blades rose. Silver and gold light collided with the black lance. The explosion blinded everyone. A shockwave tore across the battlefield. The bridge shattered. The remaining fragments of the trial dissolved into streams of light. When the dust settled... The black lance was gone. Only tiny particles of darkness drifted through the air before disappearing completely. The creature stared in disbelief. "No..." Its voice trembled. "My power..." Kael lowered his sword. "You were wrong."

Bin yelled, ducking as a grenade bounced down the concrete steps. BOOM! The blast threw a thick cloud of grey smoke and dust over the platform. Vin and Bin stood side by side at the base of the stairs, their rifles barking in unison as they held off the mercenaries. Suddenly, a mercenary slid down a metal support pipe, aiming his pistol directly at Kany’s head. Kany did not even look up from her tablet. With a cold, calm focus, she raised her Glock with her left hand and fired two quick, precise shots.

Months bled into months until the madness finally fucking won. Elle’s ghost squatted in every corner of my skull, smiling sideways, blood on her teeth, that profile... I was one bad night from swallowing a bullet just to shut the bitch up. Light. Fire. Distraction. Every room Rafael Goldman breathes in has to burn or glow. If it doesn’t, I flick the French lighter Heavy Dupont, gold worn soft by my thumb. Every click of it, for my sanity. and watch the flame eat the dark.