Novel & Cerita Dies The Fire Book

“The fire was strange. Unnatural. Like the one you described… the one from when you lost your baby.” The word lost made my chest clench. I gripped the edge of a table so hard a paint jar rolled. It was happening again. Fire. Witch fire. Someone was tying threads together—threads I didn’t have time to unravel. “I need to see it,” I said. “Laila… you’re running out of time.” His eyes lowered to my cheek. “Your face—” “I know!” My voice cracked. “I know, Alex. But I have to drop the book before it consumes me. If I don’t… I die.”

**** Author Note Thank you for reading my book and sorry the recent updated chapters have not been that good. There was a fire outbreak In my area this week about five of my neighbors were burnt to death. It has been very traumatic. I am finding it hard to write. And since the fire was caused by the electricity, we don’t have light until further notice. I will re-edit the book when everything is better.

When you stay alone for as long as I did, what better way is there to spend part of your time so you won't feel alone? I clear my throat. "What is the book about?" I say, pointing to his hands. "It's about a man who has to decide between saving his wife or his newborn son in a fire outbreak." I wince. That sounds harsh. Only if I understood French. I ran my hands over the front cover, mulling over what I was about to say next. "Can I ask you a question?" "Isn't that what you've been doing since we got to France?" "I meant something personal this time."

Our best bet would be if the sprinklers in response to the fire alarm would do their job properly . I was so concerned about the books catching fire that I didn't even process the fact that there was a fucking flame in her palm ! It wasn't burning her , it was just whirling around , bright red and orange colours playing with each other in fury . I should interrupt . I grab a book from the cart and stand a good 2 feet away from the men . I close one eye and position the book in front of me with my hand to make an aim . Perfect . I hurl the book as fast as I can and hear a groan in response .

I poured the gasoline over his head, making sure every inch of him was drenched as I listed out the names of every single one he hurt and every single life he took of Damiano’s men. I wanted him to remember their names before I ended his life. I stepped away to a safe distance and Damiano stood next to me as I lit a matchstick and stared at Gaetano. “Goodbye, Gaetano.” And I lit him on fire, watching the flames surrounding him. His scream was laced with pure agony as it filled out the silence. I looked at Damiano. “He can’t hurt us again.” I leaned into him, relieved, and he held me tightly into him with his hand on my stomach.

If he had found her, that means they had saved Swayer as well. “Yes but it was already too late. The entire building was burnt to the ground before we got there.” Gerald replied. “We?” Cruella asked curiously. “Yes, I'm from the fire department. I'm actually the captain. When I found you, you were burnt up and I thought you were dead but you suddenly started breathing and I knew God had given you a second chance.” “God? Who is that?” Cruella asked with a frown. “You don't know God? He is the creator. He created everyone and everything.” Gerald explained and Cruella frowned.

Clear as day, in tiny reflective letters: The Reader’s Digest, Freelance Contributor. Eli stared at the image, a slow and dangerous smile formed on his lips. “There you are,” he murmured. He tore the page from the magazine and set it on his desk, tapping his finger against Adrian’s ID badge. Now I know where to find you. A plan was already forming in his mind, fast and merciless. He leaned back in his chair, as his eyes gleamed. “Let’s see what you do, Adrian Cross,” he whispered. “W hen the man you kissed shows up… on your turf.”

I also appreciate honest critics as well. I promise that when I’m back, you’ll have a far more adventurous writing of Fire on Fire Book 2: ELIJAH. Thank you guys so much. Happy holidays!

*Last chapter! Yay! So someone is going to die. I know, spoiler much? Jsyk, I am crying way more than you are, if you do ಥ╭╮ಥ Listening to Before you go by Lewis Capaldi * * It was not easy at first. Having to pull men through tents and snap their heads, because there was a high possibility they would heal again. Yet he had to be thankful for the twins. Who psychotically, and happily set them on fire or drove Icicles through their head.

He asked, glaring at Williams. “Exactly what would have happened to your wife if she had opened that letter. Only, unlike Trevor, she wouldn't survive it. She would be dead in less than three minutes because this was made with her in mind. The paper is coated with axantrifa, and the reason she wants you to deliver it is so that you can watch her die.” Williams explained.