Romans & histoires Burning Sand 2

saying this I moved back and dug him in the sand. “Now use your ability at your own risk because if you did sand will get heat up and will burn you” saying this I turned away to look where Kei went but not before saying this “Of course I felt my hands burning but this much pain is nothing for me to bare if I want to become a protector”.

One of them speaks softly, "Good morning, Miss. We are from SEXONITE. Please do not be afraid and adhere to the rules." I nod. Then one of them blindfolds me, as soon as it touches my eyes, I feel extremely nervous. But that person reassures me, "Do not be nervous. Miss. You are safe in our hands." Then another one speaks, "We will now put the luminous water. It will feel a bit heavy and sticky at first, but as soon as it is absorbed by your skin, you will feel nothing."

He accused angrily. Noah immediately realized his mistake and was on his feet immediately as he held Lola gently by the shoulders from behind and whispered. “Don’t worry darling, let me take it in instead.” Grandfather Sanchez finally calmed down as he allowed Sir Henry to hand the box over to Noah who carried it into the room and dropped it off on the table before rushing back to the living area. Lazarus Sanchez was a bomb. One of which he had to manage cautiously. If not managed properly, his penthouse might burn to ashes before the old man decides to leave.

I look again at the faces around me, "we never forget." I take two steps and grab a lit torch from the sand. I place the torch to the wood beneath Boot's body. Others step forward, take torches from the sand, and light the wood until the heat makes us move back. Warriors will remain on the beach and keep the pyre burning until Boot is ash. He won't be alone.

Enola had to take her time in the bathroom to freshen up. The bathroom door slammed open, stepping out was the shimmering of the reflective effect of light given to the sun by the moon. As Bruno turned towards the bathroom door, his eyes were in awe. What he saw went through the whole part of his body, just like the relative effect of an electric shock. His body could not behold what his eyes saw and in quick reaction to that, the whole body became strong and hard. The Delilah aware of her doings knew that she had captured everything about Bruno. She came close enough, looked to his eyes and whispered,

Alessia was worried and scared about what Martin could have done that could be possibly worse than hitting her, but her mother stopped talking. " So, what did he do?! '' Alessia asked, cautiously. She needed to know what he had done, but at the same time she was scared to know the answer. " He's been gambling, sometimes he wins and he loses, but anytime he loses, he gets home drunk and starts hitting me. This time around, he got to play with one of the big boss's men and he bet all the properties in exchange for a priceless diamond that is worth even more than what he has...." Sandra replied, but then stopped talking again. She looked like she was not only afraid of what he had done, but she

"Most of them involve keeping the people I love safe. That's not exactly complicated math." She laughed softly, leaning her head against my shoulder, and for a little while we just sat there, listening to the wind move through the trees, letting ourselves believe, at least for one night, that we'd bought something real. "I keep waiting for the part where this is actually over," she said after a while. "Every time we win something, it just turns into the next thing waiting behind it." "Maybe it doesn't end all at once," I said. "Maybe it just gets smaller, piece by piece, until one day you look up and realize most of the fight is behind you instead of in front of you."

"Babe, stop hitting me! I'm your Brandon! You said you only loved me! Have you forgotten that?" His screams and hysterical crying echoed through the deathly quiet room. Every word he said made Tara's face grow paler, and her blows became even more ruthless. All of a sudden, she snatched a gun from her bodyguard and pointed it straight at Brandon's forehead. Gasps filled the room. Brandon, lying in a pool of blood, could no longer speak. Only weak, broken whimpers escaped him. "I… won't do it again… Never again…" He tried to grab Tara's leg with his bloody hand, but she kicked him away without hesitation.

“What now, Alina? Is that all you’ve got?!” Tristan shouted while dodging my attacks. He even has that smug look on his face while doing it. I don’t give a damn about what he’s saying right now, he just wants me to lose control. “Is that all you can say, Tristan?!” Tristan laughed and again continued dodging every attack, so I threw another one. He is really getting on my nerves, but I stayed calm. “Stop saying nonsense things, Alina! Come on, land a single hit! Don’t just stand there talking!”

The sound of fire was distant and threatening, though no flames were visible. I turned around. Everything around me was ablaze. People were running, fleeing, screaming. Children ran inside houses—children who, like me, wore the same white uniform, marked with the same insignia. The uniform was no longer white; it was stained with blood. Merlin stood a few meters away, holding a burning torch. Her face was not angry. It was calm, eerily blank. — Why? — my voice was childlike, pleading. Merlin looked right through me and hurled the torch onto the porch. The fire devoured the wood with the hunger of a living beast.