Novel & Cerita Burn For You Jt Geissinger

She had never been jealous of Mia, not in the slightest, which made him most powerless and frustrated. Fearing that Jensen was still blaming himself, Kisa hurriedly added, "It was okay that I went to see Mr. Tanner alone. Although I was a little nervous when I first went there and didn't know how to talk to him about what happened five years ago, I didn't expect him to be much more amiable than I thought." 'Amiable?' Jensen sneered at the description and let out a subtle, self-deprecating smile. "And did he say anything to you about the fire five years ago?"

Back in the car, every second was agony for Connor. His fists were clenched tight on his thighs, tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth. He stared unblinking at the crumbling building ahead. "Connor, relax. It'll be fine, don't worry," one of the guys said. "Yeah, there's no way it'll kill her. We've calculated everything," another said. But their voices didn't register. Connor couldn't even bring himself to speak. Then, all at once, he shot up and made for the burning building.

She turned to them and said, "Please forgive us for this embarrassing display. What you have witnessed was nothing more than a debacle. I trust everyone present here will keep this matter confidential." Don Bryant's expression hardened as he added, "You guys ought to remember that the Bryant family operates on a principle of reciprocating goodwill and retaliating against all offenses. You guys should head home and reflect on that carefully." Upon hearing that, the entire crowd immediately grasped the underlying threat in the statement—those who risked revealing the disgraceful events of the evening would have to endure the Bryant family's retribution. They hurriedly nodded in understanding a

From then on, whenever I unknowingly wore a color she favored, used her favorite perfume, or styled my hair like hers, he would scowl or lash out with cold, cutting words. The most humiliating thing I'd ever done was to fall in love with a man who never truly belonged to me. I traced the burns on my legs and called my mentor abroad. If I were just a forgotten shadow beneath Tucker's true love, then walking away was the only thing left to do. … That evening, Tucker handed me a necklace. "You're coming with me to the cocktail party tonight. Don't make a scene."

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.

The pain, the suffocation, and the smell of burning flesh crushed the last of my psychological defenses. My face turned deathly pale. For the first time, I lowered my pride and begged. “Janine, I’ll give up. I won’t compete anymore. I’ll never bother you again. Just let me go. In this kind of heat… I’ll really die.” She had never seen me beg before. For a split second, her eyes wavered. However, just as she was about to speak, Mr. O’Connor’s butler suddenly appeared and leaned close to whisper in her ear.

Needed to burn through this rage that was still coursing through my veins like poison. The Collucci brothers dared to curse Papa. Daring to insult my family. After they'd attempted to use Jameson as leverage. After they'd drugged him, put his life at risk— I practically stalked to the gym, Jameson following behind me. "I'm not going to stop you," he said, settling onto one of the benches. "But I'm not leaving either." I glared at him. "Shouldn't you be resting?" "Probably. But watching you work out is infinitely more interesting." He grinned. "Besides, I'm still too dizzy to do anything useful. Might as well enjoy the view."

Theo handed a flash drive to Asher. Asher nodded as he stared at the small object in his hand. Once Theo closed the door to his office, Asher began to play the only video on the flash drive. "What the hell is this?" Asher growled, annoyed because the video quality was terrible. The faces of the people passing by were not clearly visible. Asher played the video repeatedly. Oddly, there were minutes missing. The video seemed to jump to a later time. The woman was also never seen entering the room.

“God, Cal.” He moves like he’s chasing something—anger, maybe. Redemption. Sanity. I meet him with every thrust, every grind, losing myself in the heat, the rhythm, the crash. There’s no tenderness in this. It’s not soft. It’s survival. Two people who’ve been torn to pieces and are trying to stitch themselves back together with nothing but skin and fire. My climax hits hard. Sudden. Violent. I bite down on his shoulder to muffle the scream, and he groans my name like it’s the only word left in the world.

I stated plainly, surprised my own choice of words and even surprised at the direction that they were going. "I've never really put myself after I got the scars. I feel like this might be the perfect opportunity to put myself out there." Peju turned to look at me again, brows raised and eyes shooting daggers at me, probably wondering why I'm this stupid. "So you're betting Lakeview's fate on you leaving your comfort zone?" The instructor's voice wasn't anything. It was devoid of emotion and I couldn't tell if she was pleased or annoyed or the both. "That's not a bad idea, considering the fact that what I do best is oration."