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I sat down on the chair and cleared my throat before the pianist started the keys for ‘Light a Fire by Angela’. “Loneliness, you’re tied around my wrist,” I sang and slowly stole the attention of the audience. I sang passionately as I stared into Derek’s eyes and smile. “Oh, I was born to break these chains, like a spark before the flames; watch me a fire, fire in my soul. Yeah, I can feel it in my bones, like a dream ready to explore; watch me light a fire…” I sang smoothly. The moment I was done, the people were cheering as Derek smiled and drank his Negroni with a satisfied look.

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

Athena POV I'm on the battlefield, like, oh my God Knockin' soldiers down like House of Cards I'm a one woman army Yes, I'm a one woman army Let's march tonight The music is still playin' So get up and fight “One woman army” from porcelain black is drifting into my ears, one of my favorite empowerment songs I use to boost myself when I need it most. My head starts to wobble along with the tune, but I stop dead in my tracks when a throbbing pain shoots through my back at the movement. F********ck me.

All the characters solely belong to me, the resemblance to any living or dead is a mere coincidence . Do follow me in insta as agni_aastha. where you can watch my character sketch and aesthetic. ❤❤theme song- Chainsmokers all we know❤ Fighting flames of fire Hang onto burning wires We don't care anymore Are we fading lovers? We keep wasting colors Maybe we should let this go We're fallin' apart, still we hold together We've passed the end, so we chase forever

he hissed, bending his head closer. "Wrong move," I growled, shooting my hand up to grasp his wrist, channeling intense heat into his bones. "Now!" I yelled at my dad as I dropped the walls, forcing the last of my fire's reserves into the man's bloodstream. I let my own power surge into him at the same time, stealing what remained of his life while the fire literally cooked him from the inside.

*I don't say a word* *But still, you take my breath and steal the things I know* *There you go, saving me from out of the cold* *Fire on fire would normally kill us* *But this much desire, together, we're winners* *They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners* *But don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms* *'Cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me* *And look in my eyes* *You are perfection, my only direction* *It's fire on fire, mmm* *It's fire on fire* "Kind of," Rose said. At that moment, she took her phone and started scrolling through it. While I didn't understand what they were doing, when my voice suddenly rose from Rose's phone, I cut off the song and turned

I could flip him over and check his pockets, but I leave him where he is. "Flames going up," Nico says and tosses a burning lighter into a stream of gas. It catches fast and spreads, fire spouting all over in bursts and a dull roar as it hungrily eats the oxygen. The soldiers hurry out the door, followed by Nico and Gavino. I stand and hesitate, letting the heat twist the edges of the small hairs on my face. I want to take a deep breath and suck the burning black gas fumes into my lungs. I want to let it scar me and let the fire consume my flesh. I can burn here and now and end all this, but it's self-pitying bullshit, not real strength. Dying now won't save Fynn and it won't bring Clarissa

My masterpiece, the product of my passion and skill, burned down to ash before everyone's eyes. At first, the room fell deathly silent. But after a few seconds, there came a thunderous wave of applause. "Holy crap! This is some performance art!" "Destruction as a metaphor for rebirth? That's genius!" "I told you Cassidy was a genius, and geniuses operate at a level we can only hope to comprehend." Most of them assumed this was a carefully planned piece of performance art. They believed it was an artistic response to the accusations of plagiarism. They didn't fully understand it, but they were deeply shaken by it.

No lines left to cross. Just fire. And whoever burned first.

Reset. Repeat. Over and over again until my body obeyed without thought. But my body had its own plans. On the fourth rotation, the staff jerked in my palms. Not a mistake—a pulse. A shimmer of gold light crackled beneath my fingertips. I froze. A spark fizzled up the staff, dancing like a stray ember. “Oh, hell no.” I dropped it instantly. The moment it hit the dirt, the wood ignited. A violent burst of flame shot skyward, crackling with unnatural heat.