Novel & Cerita Book Home Fire

I was in the study handling business when my assistant handed me a photograph. In it, Henry’s mangled, bloody face stared up from a New York street, his eyes wide open in death, grotesquely lit by a streetlamp. Looking at the photo, I felt nothing. To me now, he was nothing. Less than nothing. I casually tossed the photo into the roaring fire in the hearth beside me. I rose and walked to the massive floor-to-ceiling window. Outside lay the vast Vitiello estate, and beyond it, my own new empire, just beginning to rise.

I threw open the door to the inn's room, the wood banging loudly against the already damaged wall of the chamber my parents and I had been given for the night. Smoke filled my lungs, forcing me to cough as Nael Liesand, my father's Right-Hand man, stormed out of his own room. His eyes locked onto mine, flashing with relief at seeing me unharmed, then narrowing with resolve and an all-consuming rage to eradicate any threat to me. I felt the wind pelt my face as he pulled in fresh night air from a window down the hall, attempting to protect us from the smoke of the fire raging below. I ran to him, and his arms wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me in close just as his wife, Ada, erupted from

"Nina is inside, she must be inside. Please, you have to save her. I'm begging you, you must get her out!" Almost instantly, Lucas pieced together what had happened. Nina must have discovered his affair with Melody. Unable to accept it all, she had set a large fire, planning to burn herself in the house... Otherwise, why would his house suddenly catch fire? The villa he bought had been specially equipped with smoke detectors during renovation. Once anything was ignited, the smoke detectors would immediately sound and automatically spray water, stopping the fire before it could spread. How could such a smart home have a fire?

With his bruised hand he pulled out the cigarette packet and lighted one. With long drags, he inhaled the poison. He had expected to see some remorse but there was not even a flick of it. She had chosen her side that night and she is standing by it. There was a time when he had loved her passion. Even when her sunken cheekbones were once high because of her cheerful nature she was adamant. His hands itched with the need to burn something. “Your friend called to say that he is back at the main house” Yes, Hades thought. He now has something he could actually burn.

She stated before correcting her statement, "Oops! Sorry. I forgot that basically, all of you lot died in the front yard." "Well, of course. Did you really think those traitors and murderers would've given you a book that praised the Flames in such way? They don't want you here or alive at that matter. I, on the other hand, want nothing more than to help you, but I can't." The lady sounded distraught, almost embarrassed that she couldn't do more. "Why?" Ruby questioned, knitting her eyebrows in confusion. She was thicker that usually as she answered the Hart girl, "Because that's your mission. Only your ignis can help you."

But of course, we ran into a few hiccups while video calling at home. For example, we nearly got discovered by his mom. "Are you done with your homework, or are you reading comics again?" I looked at him in the video and saw that he was staring off into space. Upon closer inspection, there was an open comic book lying on the table next to him. However, when I yelled at him, Austin immediately whipped his head around and buried his nose into the revision books again. A short while later, he peeked at me again and gave me the saddest puppy-dog eyes.

That was the main reason we'd surrounded the house with the holy book. While Quinn watched, I closed my eyes and began muttering the words in the infernal language. As I muttered the words, the fire began. It started by lighting all of the Bibles, gradually, it began to spread around the house. Soon, the loud ear-piercing screams and bellows from Colton and Victoria resounded in my ear, almost bringing in satisfaction but it wasn't what I needed. I continued muttering the words, adding verbal commands to banish them to hell.

I could not stand idly by as more of my life was destroyed. The flames had fervor of their own, eventually crawling and raking along the dry autumn ground to the foundation of my home. They snaked up the side, charring the wood in their wake. The air was thick with smoke, the scent of burning memories wafting in the wind. Alpha Rhodes did not hesitate, barking to the volunteers to put out the flames assaultin my home.

WARNING-the content of this book is VERY graphic and VERY dark. Do NOT read if you cannot stomach graphic violence or explicit intimacy. HYACINTH (AGE 15) "Daddy!" I sputtered and coughed in the upstairs hallway, lungs already dangerously full of smoke. The fire crackled all around us-my childhood home going up in flames.

Somewhere in the mess, a candle lay knocked over, wax hardened against the side. Then came the image again: Cassie and Ledger, laughing, holding hands. That stupid kiss. Her fingers flicked the lighter and a flame burst forth. Then she released her finger. She repeated the motions a few more times before leaving the flame on. Her eyes fell on the book shelf and before she knew it, she was setting the books on fire. “Let’s see how perfect she looks when everything’s gone.” The flames caught on the curtains and then began to spread. There was smoke and heat.