Novel & Cerita Dantes Fire

I saw a stillness cross over his face before he glanced towards me. "What?" I asked, assuming whatever message he received must be about me. Dante let out a sigh, tearing his eyes off of me and looking towards Harvey, who was silently covering himself behind a pile of folders. "Harvey, contact our insurance company and notify them that half of our apartment building had a fire accident..." I straightened on my seat. "Is it our apartment building?" I asked, but Dante didn't want to give me an answer. Instead, he looked towards Elijah.

It got them moving, for a second anyway. Dante showed up, looking like he had crawled out of a chimney, barking orders left and right. He was made for this kind of chaos. He caught my eye...didn’t say a word, but it was all there. Relief, guilt, frustration just punched me straight in the chest. By the time the sun bothered to show up, the fire was out…and so was most of our food. Smoke was still curling up and my throat felt like I’d swallowed sand. Everyone was just standing around, ash-smeared.

"Not today, boys!" ​A hail of gunfire from Silas’s Iron Cathedral mercenaries pinned Dante’s team at the entrance, turning the penthouse foyer into a meat-grinder kill zone. Silas was holding the line, his shotgun barking with rhythmic, lethal precision. That left the center of the room to the three of us—a triangle of fire and blood.

Dante stared blankly at the flames, his breathing becoming slow and heavy. He looked down at me. "I'm not ready," he whispered. "I know," I replied. "I don't think I'll ever be," he said. "You won't," I told him gently. He nodded, accepting the harsh truth. Then he turned toward the platform. He lowered the burning torch to the wood. The fire caught slowly at first, and then it spread much faster, engulfing the platform. Nobody moved, and nobody spoke. Everyone just stood there and watched the fire grow. I buried my face deeply against Dante's shoulder, unable to watch anymore.

Will Dante help me? ******************************************

My shoulders hunched visibly “not again” I sighed. Dante Marcus was standing beside the door fumbling with his red tie, he just never knew how to tie them. “don’t just stand there, come help me” he frowned giving up. Why don’t you call your wife to come do it? I said inwardly as I tied it for him.

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.

Drago asked, his voice was turning chilly by each seconds, “all her life, I have been trying my possible best to give her the best of life. Ever since I lost her mother, I hardly let her out of my sight. The two men that tried this rubbish died the very day and I am ready to forgive you and let you go free if you tell me where the hell to find my daughter and which motherfucker hired you to deliver her!” “You will know soon enough,” El Diablo murmured with a smile. Everything happened in a second, his hands reached to his holsters, pulling out his sliver guns and turning with the series of gunshots heard, more than half the men dropped dead and the remaining two fired at him. He ducked the b

Their dragons began to breathe a bit of fire over my cuts before the girls used the razor blades they pulled out from their pockets to reopen my wounds. The pain was becoming too much to bear, but I welcomed the impending darkness, because at least, I would stop feeling. I won't beg for death, instead, I will welcome it. In death, there will be no pain, and most importantly, no dragons. Perhaps, I dreamed what happened next, when the girls abruptly stopped their burning and cutting once they reached my back. In my pain and drug-induced haze, I saw their dragons leap back into their bodies as the Hoity Hags quickly retreated. As I was trying to process what happened, I blacked out.

She held me down, pinning me, and screamed at the top of her lungs, "Help! Alessia, why did you push me? Are you insane? You're trying to burn me alive!" The fire raced up the drapes. Thick smoke billowed, filling my lungs and choking me, robbing me of any chance to fight back. The scorching heat seared my skin. I struggled in the suffocating smoke, and then I saw him, a tall, familiar figure in the doorway. "Dante!" I tried to call for help, but only a choked cough escaped my throat. He didn't even glance at me. He charged straight through the fire, making a beeline for Sofia.