Book Home Fire の小説・ストーリー

His expression was deadly serious. “Everyone out. Now.” The fire wasn’t huge yet. But it was spreading. Fast. Much too fast. My chest tightened. This wasn’t an accident. I knew it immediately. Someone had done this. Someone wanted something destroyed. Or someone wanted us scared. Outside, emergency vehicles arrived. Red and blue lights flashed everywhere. People gathered across the street. Watching. Whispering. Recording videos. The entire bookstore glowed behind us. Firefighters rushed inside. Smoke poured from broken windows.

Yvonne Caruso was delighted when I remained silent. She scoffed at me. "It's good that you know to be afraid. A hillbilly like you has probably never seen such a luxurious hotel before. Do you think this hotel belongs to your family? "Just because you're a bimbo who got into the company doesn't mean you deserve a good room." She pointed at a huge dumpster not far away. "That's where you deserve to live. Don't say I didn't warn you, but someone is going to take that place if you're too late."

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.

"I found the arson investigator who worked the case. He is retired now. And he told me something he never put in his official report. Something Irene Carter paid him to keep quiet." An audio recording played. An old man's voice: "The fire started in three places simultaneously. Kitchen, living room, and master bedroom. That does not happen with faulty wiring. That is arson. Professional arson. But Mrs. Carter made me understand that saying so would be bad for my health. So I ruled it an accident and took early retirement." Beverly's whole body was shaking now. Silent sobs wracking her chest. Diro pulled her closer, but she barely felt it. Just stared at the photos of her destroyed home. The

I may not have much but I'd like to keep a hold on my dignity. I kick a small pebble that skitters into the darkness of the pavement as I walk down, I hear festive sounds coming from the pub at the end of this street but I ignore it. No use hoping to have something you never will. Even though I have magical blood, I'm a fire slifer. I have no clue how to harness my power so it's basically useless. I've only had one or two incidents of nearly burning a house down but other than that I feel basically human.

★Delis At Home★ Although they are still on the way home inside the car. They are driving home at speed, and they have gotten to a place where they can now sight the Delis building. But instead, they saw a fire burning at that position. any part of the house was not seen only fire was burning at that exact position of the house. Rehab was the first person that noticed it. "Delis why was a fire burning beside your house?" Rehab asked. And then Delis sighted forward and saw that his house is on fire!

“A highly flammable oil was used in one of the stores in the market,” The firefighter revealed, holding up the charred remains of a burnt can of oil for Beta Richard to examine. “That was what set the place on fire and the fire quickly spread to other places because there were fabrics, books in the library, planks and other materials which aided its quick spread.” He continued, explaining carefully to Beta Richard and the others. “Hmmmmm!” Beta Richard sighed, “But how are you sure that it was a deliberate act?” Beta Richard asked him, his brow furrowing in concern as he scrutinized the can of flammable oil in the firefighter's hand.

Smiley probably was not in there; someone must have taken her! The question arose as to why they would risk the book by setting the fire. Neil's brow furrowed. The arsonist had waited until the King Residence was empty before striking. Just as Helma was making headlines for her groundbreaking new drug, their home went up in flames. The Greenville firefighters were on the scene in a flash, just ten minutes, but even they were stunned by the ferocity of the fire. "How can it get this bad this fast?!" they wondered aloud. The crowd was in disarray, and the butler was nowhere to be seen. Mrs. Laydon, the butler who was practically family after decades of service, was as close as an aunt to Neil

Cassian POV The firefighters were able to put out the fire in the library before it burned down the entire building, but between the flames, the smoke, and the water used to put it out, we lost three-quarters of the books. The head librarian, Marianne, was barely able to hold back her tears at the town meeting when we heard the reports. “We weren’t able to find any source for the fire,” our Fire Chief, Taylor, finished, folding his arms. “No accelerants were found, but the way it spread couldn’t have been natural, either.”

He takes a deep breath and pulls his shoulders back, “Where to first?” “Do you know where she’s keeping your family?” He nods in reply. “Then let’s go,” I say as I walk over and pull the door open only to be met with bright flames. I stare out of the library stunned as I watch my home burn down. This place has been more of a home to me than the one I grew up in. These past few weeks, all my happy memories were made in this home, and now I’m watching them all burn down, just like Izzy had all those years ago. That rage inside me increases to a whole new level when I realise just who is behind this. Burning one of Izzy’s homes wasn’t enough for that bitch. No, she had to burn down a second. Sh