Fahrenheit 451 Romane & Geschichten

one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five She was fine. Everything was alright. Nothing had been thrown at her. No concussions had been given. And there wasn't any kind of boiling water or hot steam thrown her way. The chopping noise of the knife on the chopping board was back. Back where it belonged. Not on her. one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five one two

But Lara did… and it hurt her more than what he did to her three years back. Since she was left alone by Christophe and Francine, she went off to explore after dinner, wandering through beautifully furnished and decorated reception rooms that were lifeless. Lara was delighted to come upon a library and, locating the English section, selected ‘Jane Eyre’, her favorite. She hadn’t read it for several years. But Charlotte Brontë failed her for the very first time. Lara found it impossible to concentrate. Standing up again, she cast the book aside and stepped through the curtains to open the French windows that featured in virtually every room. She walked along the terrace. As Lara passed by ope

Alice snapped Kingston roll his eyes and walked away from her sight “You really won’t say anything about It?” Alice asked Kingston didn’t say a word “Fine,,goodbye” Alice said and turned back She walked away Kingston fold his fists angrily,,his hands which was placed on the table started bringing out some flames of fire,,his eyes and hair turning red. The table was almost catching fire when the door opened again and Alice c@m£ in “I c@m£ to take my book,,,,” she st©pped when she saw Kingston and her eyes wi-de-ned

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.

I looked at him as he settled down and took a sip of his coffee. The weather was hot. Anyone who walked in here would definitely order a cold latte or something else. However, this young man was ordering a hot coffee in this scorching hot weather. It made me wonder if something was wrong with him, he said that I should not disturb him with my questions as if he saw right through me. There was no way he would just sit here with the both of us looking at each other as if we are lovers.

*** James The sound of my heartbeat hammered in my chest, each beat a violent, relentless thrum that threatened to deafen me as I pushed through the choking smoke. My eyes burned, but they were fixed—locked—on Katniss. There, in the center of the inferno, her body motionless, consumed by flames that seemed to have a mind of their own. The fire wasn’t just destroying the house; it was alive, vicious, almost as if it were taking revenge, as if it had been waiting for this moment. The orange and red tongues of flame reached hungrily, devouring everything they could touch, twisting and flicking in every direction, daring anyone to come close. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was her.

The two females stand on either side of the fireplace, which makes them look tiny compared to its huge size. “What do you want with me?” I want to get this over and done with. He narrows his eyes at me briefly before smiling, taking a sip of his drink. “I see you have your Grandmother's spirit” He smirks as he takes another drink of whatever it is he is drinking. I just watch him, waiting for him to get to the point this showboating look at me shit really isn’t for me. I notice the black haired female snap her fingers from my peripheral vision and the large fireplace comes alive with flames, but I never take my eyes off Hadeon.

He looked unrecognizable, yet somehow, that fire in his eyes that fucking fire remained as he refused to give up but he gave up the White Book. I saw it happen in real time, why the hell are they making me watch this? Is this a form of punishment for me? I know I deserve worse but I don't want to see him this way because of me. His jaw clenched as he spat out the code to the safe. “Three-six-four-nine-zero. You want the damn book? Go fetch it yourself, you motherfucker,” he growled through bloody teeth, he was doing all he could to endure the shit thrown at him.

“Tell me about the member. What does he like? I will prepare. The children need this to end soon.” Julian groaned soft, his hands moved on my back. “He likes pretty women who listen,” he answered. “You are perfect for that. Flirt but stay loyal to me. Maya, your body feels good on me. We will win this. Havisham falls and I take his place. You stay by my side.” I nodded against his skin, my fingers traced his chest. “By your side,” I replied. “But safe. No more guns or blood. The kids need peace. Promise me that too.”

No matter how vivid a story once was, it would eventually become a part of the past. I closed my eyes. This time, the image that came to mind was no longer of Julian's clear, cool eyes on that snowy mountain.