Burn For Me Ilona Andrews Epub Mga Nobela at Kwento

I even dared to delete all the photos and memories that were left in my cellphone and laptop memory Ever since I burned down Delon's belongings, all I felt was a burning grudge. I swear this fire of revenge will continue to burn in my heart for Delon. The deeper I had the ambition to make a novel about werewolves, the stronger I desired to find more evidence about werewolves. I'm already numb

It only took a second and the fire ate her up with Andrew still in her arms. I heard Andrew crying but I could not see him in the flames. He was burning and mum was screaming while her body charred. I reached for them but Regina pulled me back into her arms. I watched as the fire claimed them until they were nothing but ash. But the fire was not done, the fire got to Regina and I as well. The smoke was a thick blanket over my vision and my lungs struggled to keep me conscious. The flames licked at us too and when I tried to scream all that came out was fire. It burned, it destroyed my organs until all that was left was hot mush.

"What did you just say?" Killian got up and stuck the knife into his side, being careful to miss any vessels. Andrew felt the pain and gasped as he pulled the knife out. Killian threw it to the side and went back to the table. He picked up a wood-burning wand and brought it over. He tore Andrew's shirt off and began writing on his chest which burned all the hair off of it. He began to burn through his skin and turned up the heat the more he screamed. "All I can hear are her screams and her begging you to stop. It was the same when Caleb was here. The only difference is that she watched me kill him."

"They keep you because you are useful, Isabella. It’s the same with me. But the moment you are no longer an asset, or the moment you become too strong to control, they will finish what that trial started." I looked down at my hands. I thought of Derek, of seeing him genuinely happy again. If I can be strong enough to heal him, my life would be perfect once more. "I can't leave yet." "It’s your funeral," she said, though there was a trace of pity in her tone. She then pushed the book towards me. “Memorize it, Lila come help me in the garden. I blinked, looking at the huge heavy book. It had to be at least a thousand pages and she wanted me to memorize it.

LUCIAN The garden was too quiet. Too still. Every shadow seemed sharper, every rustle of leaves unnerving. I leaned against the stone railing, arms crossed, eyes scanning the horizon, but I wasn’t really seeing it. My mind kept replaying it— the way Andrew had nearly destroyed me. Not just my heart, but… everything. That night still burned behind my eyes like I’d shoved my hand in a fire and refused to pull it out. And yet… here he was.

“The fire… it was bound here. This is where it began.” Images cascaded in Evelynn’s mind: wolves forming from sparks and smoke, creatures of shadow clawing at the light, hunters bending the magic for power, and a girl—her reflection twisted in the flames—standing alone, fire blazing in her hands, facing them all. “It’s… me,” she whispered, voice shaking. “It’s always been me.” Aiden’s grip on her hand tightened. “Not just you. It’s us. You and the fire and the bond we share. That’s why it’s drawn to you. That’s why it’s hunting you. Because it knows the fire can’t be controlled without… without you.”

I’d flip the whole damn thing over. I was curled into the corner of the pink plush sofa, knees tucked to my chest, the fluffiest white blanket I’d ever touched draped lazily over my shoulder and down my body. It swallowed my barely-there shorts and oversized T-shirt whole, cocooning me in warmth while the rest of the world faded into nothing but pages and ink. Tragedies of True Hearts. I bit my lip, failing to suppress a giggle as I read—the slow-burn enemies finally cracking, confessions spilling out after chapters of tension and denial. One reckless, emotional night where everything finally unraveled.

Just real. “You were alive,” he said, like that covered everything. “There are plenty of people alive. You didn’t drag them home.” He almost smiled—just a tiny lift, the kind that changes the air. “None of them had what you’ve got in your chest.” She went still. “You can see it?” “I feel it. What is it?” She looked at her hands, neat and bandaged, cared for by someone a little too practiced. “I don’t know. Wen Lihua. I was—am?—the Wen Clan’s failed daughter. Couldn’t cultivate. Three days ago, I survived a fire. Now something in me just—” she set her hand over her heart, “burns.”

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

Her eyes brimmed with tears as she threw her arms around me, sobbing uncontrollably. "I don't care about any of that! I gave you my first time, and you have to take responsibility," she insisted, her voice muffled against my chest. Her scent and the softness of her embrace stirred something within me, but my conscience was clear. I could not let that happen. With a heavy heart, I gently pushed her away. "Winter, we can't do this anymore," I said firmly. Through her tears, she looked up at me with red, swollen eyes. "You said you wanted to add me on Messenger. I'm okay with it now, so do it," she urged, pulling out her phone and opening the app.