Crossfire นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I can't explain the trust I have for these men whose lifestyle I have been taught to fear my entire life. "We always have a cigarette after any battle," Fletcher explains from the back seat, "helps with the adrenaline rush we still feel and well there is a poetic symmetry to it, don't ya think?" Shocking us all, even Xander, who glances in the review mirror to make sure he heard right, Charity comments from the backseat. "Yeah, there is." "Well, fireball let me bring you to the darkside," Fletcher flirts, and I can practically hear the flirting in his voice, as he offers her one.

He brought his gun up and squeezed off a couple of wild shots. Cursing the chair Vlad rolled off of Petrov and tried diving away. He felt fire along his side as one of the bullets grazed his flesh. He continued to roll until he was standing in a crouch. There was no furniture in the room, nowhere to hide. He would be an easy target for Petrov's men.

My body was on fire and the only person who could cool this blazing skin was Caesar. I excused myself telling Cherry that I really was tired and I needed a good slumber without interruptions. She only made a knowing face brushing me off and going back to watching. She was totally hooked into it. I couldn't watch that Valeria with a straight mind though, it was torturing honestly.

we watched a couple of episodes of Naruto before passing out. ====================== “According to reports from reporters on the scene the CFD continues to try to contain the fire. A five-alarm fire at a warehouse on Noble Street. According to witnesses and reporters, two firefighters are injured from Station 19. They are being transported to the nearest hospital for treatment” I look up in shock when I hear the news I look up at the screen. That’s our station. I’m sure Beck was at that fire. I clench my fists. I know I can’t call anyone now, not when they’re busy at a fire. Even if I do call no one would answer.

Alex said as he moved out of the waterfall. He set me on the ground after we reached the land. BOOM! There was a huge explosion causing me to stagger backward. Alex held me preventing my fall. Huge clouds of vapor erupted clouding our vision. The temperature rose higher and higher till it had reached a scalding level. Alex enveloped us in a shield of energy to protect us from the impact of detonation. When the clouds finally cleared there was nothing left. The waterfall had vaporized and the Fire Cube had vanished. It was as if there never had been a waterfall before.

Zander was completely focused on me now, his computer and paperwork forgotten. “He was nice at first, but then when I went to come on break, he started getting pushy about joining me. Ash told him I’d catch him on fire, and we’d roast marshmallows while he burned.” Zander smiled. “Ash and his sense of humor never fail. I bet the Vampire avoids you from now on. Fire is one of the few ways to kill them.” “So, are Gargoyles the only ones immune to fire?” I asked.

He stared at me for a long while before getting back up on his feet. A loud crack of thunder was heard outside the hut. The sky continued to rumble with thunder as we gazed greedily and lustfully at each other. … Neither one of us told anyone about our rendezvous in the hut that night. However, we had a nightly ritual now before going to bed every night. The chat window with my second number had now become a place for us to reveal our deepest, darkest desires. We kept video calling each other in secret at night as we vented out our school stress and turned it into sexual pleasure.

Pain exploded across my face. I stumbled back, shocked as my cheek burned. The reality finally hit me. This wasn’t just a scandal anymore. This was war.

​Through the cloud of freon gas, Julian and Cain collided. ​It wasn't a standard firefight; it was a brutal, claustrophobic struggle for survival. Cain grabbed the barrel of Julian’s rifle, his scarred throat tight with a guttural roar as he twisted the weapon out of Julian’s grip and threw it over the edge into the dark water. ​Julian didn't back down. He drove his elbow into Cain’s jaw, following with a hard left hook that shattered the prototype’s tactical visor. Cain stumbled back, his left hand twitching violently as the neurological stress of the combat triggered his cellular degradation.

Cyprian shot back, making me laugh. “Mikhail, I’m on the call too,” I said to make my presence known. “Marion, congratulations, brother,” Mikhail added. “Thanks.” “So what are we calling this one?” Cyprian pressed. The line went quiet, both of them waiting. “Wildfire.” The silence held for a beat before Cyprian whistled low. “Damn, bro… bold. Let me guess, named after a certain someone who’s got you wrapped around her little finger?”