City On Fire Don Winslow Novels & Stories

” I placed my hands in front of my face and closed my eyes. I just wanted the whole floor to open up and swallow me whole. Selwyn pulled my hands away and said,” Never hide from me mate. Yes a rocket exploded in the city and I am going to repair the damages without the humans knowing. I have contacts in that city. Also no one but me and you know how it happened. You don’t have to be embarrassed at all. I will go there now and be back in a few hours. That will give you plenty of time to catch up with the girls. I know they have a lot to tell you. I will take Willix and Miller with me.”

"Nothing to do with me? Did I hear that right? Addison, you were meant to be mine. But instead, you joined forces with Tucker and betrayed me. "I'll make both of you pay for destroying my life!" Without warning, he pulled a knife from inside his jacket. His bloodshot eyes locked on me as he staggered forward. "Once you're dead, Tucker won't be under your spell anymore! He'll finally stop coming after me! Once you're gone, everything can return to how it was!" Just as his knife came down, the restroom door slammed open. Tucker appeared in the doorway, his eyes aflame with rage. He radiated the air of a true apex predator. The very air around us seemed to freeze.

She waved one last time at Calix before Charlie turned the engine on and they started driving toward the shadows of Knoxville—toward a man who burned bodies, and maybe a few truths that hadn’t yet been turned to ash. One piece at a time.

Although this graduation painting had not yet been completed, it was far superior to any of my previous works. The moment Willow saw the painting, her expression subtly shifted. I caught the flicker of greed and jealousy in her eyes. I looked around the room. In the next moment, I did something that left everyone completely flabbergasted. I pulled out a lighter and flicked it. Then, I brought the flame close to one corner of the canvas. "Cassidy! What are you doing?" Jess shouted sharply almost immediately. Needless to say, she was the first to react. The flame licked at the edge of the canvas and spread quickly. My masterpiece, the product of my passion and skill, burned down to ash before

“Tell me. How has your recovery been in the last few days? What memories have you regained? Have you reconnected to anyone you know?” “Fine, none and not really, unless you count the doorman in my apartment building,” his reply was dry, but Dr. Temple laughed heartily, touching his injured wrist with the tips of her fingers. As subtly as he could, he pulled his wrist away. He wasn’t sure if the burn was because of her touch in particular or if it was just the injury itself, but he found the sensation unbearable. She narrowed her reddish-brown eyes at him for a moment and then resumed her eerie smiling expression.

Can he find true love, or will a spate of arson fires destroy his chances with Tom, the sexy young firefighter? Eric is a fire chief in Mesa, Arizona, where he’s lived all his life. A hunky Norse god-like man, he has finally come out of the closet after twenty years of marriage. Now his wife hates him, his son won’t speak to him, a town crazy wants him fired, and there’s a rash of arson fires destroying some of the beautiful historic homes in the area. To let off steam, he’s been tempted to explore his long-repressed sexuality with his son’s twenty-year-old friend.

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.

When I woke again, the stench of seawater hit me hard. The hemp rope dug deep into my flesh, binding me to a mast. "Morning." I forced my head up and saw Marco Singleton, Simon's mortal enemy, grinning as he leveled a gun at me. "Marco…" I croaked weakly. "I'm Don Rossi's fiancee. Why did you abduct me? Are you trying to break the peace treaty?" "To hell with the treaty!" Marco roared and pulled the trigger.

However, he did not even spare me a glance. He took the unharmed Dominic, along with the cat Maya left at our home, and walked out of the fire without looking back. I thought he would return for me. I waited, desperately clinging to hope–but all I heard was my son speaking to the other firefighters. "Dominic, your dad already took the cat to the hospital. Tell us–is there anyone still inside?" By then, the smoke nearly suffocated me. Yet, for some reason, my son's voice reached me with perfect clarity.

The roar of those thousands of clones, the mechanical whirring of drones, the screams—everything vanished into the womb of eternity in an instant. ​As the smoke and fog slowly began to lift, I saw something no human is ever prepared to see. ​The entire forest was now a massive crematorium. Where the mysterious pond had been, there was now only a smoking crater. A little further away, I saw the lifeless body of my father. The man whose power once shook the entire city was unrecognizable now, half of his body charred to coal. His family ring lay in the dust, but the hand to wear it was gone. Nearby lay the peaceful body of Elena Valentine—the fire of revenge in her eyes extinguished forever.