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As the music hit its peak, she jumped along, her enthusiasm infectious. The energy of the moment was undeniable, and I could not help but get caught up in the excitement. The sudden intensity hit me so hard that I felt my body react before I could think. I felt like I got my money's worth, being part of that unforgettable experience. She was the kind of beauty money could not buy. The scene turned raw and desperate, the air charged with something dangerous. The thrill of something forbidden, with so many people so close, sent a rush of heat through me.

Suri grabbed a torch and lit the leftovers on fire. The flames twisted up with the dusk light—gorgeous, in a totally wrecked kind of way. "Oh my God, what are you doing? Mr. Jerkinson planted these himself! Burning them... what a shame!" "He's never planting anything here again. Might as well torch the past while I'm at it." Still watching the fire, Suri pulled out her phone and called her elder brother, Connor, who was doing business overseas. "Connor, where are you right now? I'm thinking of visiting in a few days."

Lord, I know I’m going to regret this, but please, help me anyway. “Alright, fine! I’ll go with you!” The moment I said that, I felt like I wanted to take my words back. “HAHA I’m the winner! No takebacks, Alina Ysabelle Allard!” And with that, I thought I saw Lucifer in Veronica’s smile.

Sam sat alone on a bench a few feet away, staring at his hands, looking like a man who'd just jumped off a cliff and was only now realizing there was no telling where he'd land. I walked over and sat beside him. "Thank you," I said. "I know what that cost you." "I don't know what it cost me yet," he said quietly. "I'll find out soon enough." "If you ever need anything," I said. "A job, a place to land if this goes badly for you …you have it. I mean that." He looked at me, something almost surprised in his expression, like he hadn't expected kindness from the woman his family had spent years trying to destroy.

She thought about her mother. She thought about the fire. She let herself go back into it — the heat, the smoke, the pine beam, the way her fingers had looked when she finally saw them in the light outside. She thought about crawling. About getting up anyway. About walking north with nothing and nowhere to go and the burning in her chest that she had not yet understood. She let it hurt. She let it convert.

Then, I drawled, "Now, why would I carry an antidote? Didn't you all insist this was just a fun little exercise?" Cedric, his face still flushed red from the burn, gritted his teeth. "Lucia Scott, are you seriously going to just watch us die? I swear I'll use every connection I have to ruin you once we land!" I smiled and unzipped my bag. However, I didn't take out an antidote. Instead, I pulled out a rigid document folder, slid out the certificate stamped with a gold seal, and flung it at his face. "World Health Organization Special Observer—Lucia Scott."

Maya did not look like a sacrifice; she looked like a sovereign offering a gift to a starving neighbor. "The First Fire was never meant to burn alone," Maya said, her voice a melodic and ancient frequency that echoed off the obsidian walls. "You have spent ten thousand years consuming yourselves because you lacked the earth to ground your heat. My blood is not a tribute to your power; it is a medicine for your burnout.".

As well, as to the fact that what he was doing, there's no redeeming it back agai The book casings were empty except for a leather bound book of legends he was so obsessed of reading when he was still young. Of all his books, this one was the only one he was so attached of. He could not waste it. Before sundown, he ordered his men to get the mahogany casing and used it as wood to burn the dead bodies. He could not see any use of it while his men doubtfully followed his order. His men, like he, had the boon of the new age and things as precious as books were objects worthy of second thoughts. He burned it anywa When the cremation was done, it was almost midnight and his men were anxious as he

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.

"H-how? I remember perfectly well when you were swimming in the burning flames of the poisonous fire." Amethyst muttered under her breath, still analysing the black covers of the big, bold book that she knew she burnt a few months ago. Her hands trembled at its heaviness — at how fresh and old it smelled. Old tales and unknown prophecies were still lingering on every page she turned over.