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I knew not what fuelled his jealousy and unnecessary hate, but I focused on it that day and it was the fuel for what I did that day. "Oh no, oh no, fire!” I heard after I had turned to settle with another book. There's a whole library of them and Lucas will never stop me from doing what makes me happy. "Look at him!” “Oh dear, poor guy!” “He was just standing there, and then... BAM! His pants caught on fire!” Others in the library uttered as they stared at the direction the shout was coming from. I turned too, Lucas was on fire. I could swear I had nothing to do with it till I remembered the poem I had just read aloud and the state I was in when I did.

Because literally nothing about this night was making sense. But the house was getting a little cold since the power kept going out. She should make a fire probably. Still.. she agreed. And told him to hold on while she took one of the candles and made her way into the kitchen to get another glass. When she came back into the living room Evan had taken it upon himself to start a fire. She poured both of them drinks and handed one to him. He threw it back quickly as she continued to sip on hers. He pointed at the bottle questionably so she poured him another glass.

"If that's what you need to do, then I'm here with you." Together, we gathered the romance novels, piling them up in the center of the room. The weight of their pages felt heavy in my hands, a physical representation of the weight they had placed on my heart. I struck a match, watching as the flame danced to life, its glow illuminating the truth I had been avoiding. As the fire consumed the books, I felt a sense of liberation wash over me. The crackling flames devoured the tales of love and passion, leaving behind only ashes and smoke. It was a symbolic release, a declaration of my independence from the false narratives that had held me captive.

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

Stop running. I don’t. I can’t. I kiss him harder, deeper, until I’m not thinking about plans or revenge or names. Just the heat of him. The way he smells like cedar and storm. The way he says my name against my mouth like it’s a confession. “Alina.” It’s not a question. It’s a goddamn prayer. And then — The lights slam back on. The whole floor floods with white, fluorescent, merciless light. The AC kicks in. The servers beep. The world comes back.

Chapter 05 "Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice." ― Robert Frost Floating up in the atmosphere with my knees curled up to my chest in a ball of fire, I realized I was shaking, wincing in pain, breathing heavily; and that my body control was not working under my will. I strived to stop the seething heat that was coming out of me, but nothing I did seemed to work. I couldn't fathom where possibly have I gone wrong. Was it some word I said wrong? I spent years reading the book of enchanted rhymes, and love spells that I found in the attic one time when I and Ophé were but little kids playing hide and seek. Could it be a forged copy? Had I angered the spirits, the t

The rider felt fear so deep his hands that gripped the handlebars shook intensely, he just couldn't bear the thought of losing her. The flames were blazing as Scar dismounted his bike in a hurry, the rest of the riders were close behind him and were picking up Myers without a second thought, leaving Scar to search the lot for his girl. Men and woman stood looking at the flames in sadness, some with tears in their eyes but that didn't phase Scar. He needed to know where she was. Though, that was when Scar took a good luck at the great inferno. It was Lani's shop.

He bit his lip. I screwed my eyes shut trying to imagine him as an hyena or anything ugly because at that moment I wanted to crawl into his arms, beg him to touch me and do whatever he wanted as long as he got rid of the fire that was burning inside me. But he'd make a joke out of it and the thought of just that made me mad at him. "Oh Marvelous." His voice made me open my eyes instantly. "Why are you so---"

I'm so sorry. A dwarf climbs onto Lucifrone and he finds her beautiful. “Lucifron, we have a mate.” - Zog says, disapprovingly. “But she is beautiful, and we are alone.” When the woman grabs Lucifron's cock and tries to introduce it into her pussy, a huge ball of fire hits her and she flies a few meters and hits a tree, falling unconscious to the ground. The other dwarves run angrily towards the source of the blast, but they are hit by another fireball and they also end up flying with the impact.