Fire Truck Game Novels & Stories

As I was about to open my mouth again, I was interrupted by the voices that had grown more terrifying. “Run!” They cried. “RUN!” In a heartbeat, the cold air was replaced by a sudden wave of searing heat, prompting me to spin around and face the horrifying sight before me. The manor, where thousands of Farsuleias had left a mark on the history of our lineage, was now consumed by a raging inferno, its flames eagerly dancing upon the foundations. My breath caught in my chest as I watched the fire's voracious hunger devour everything in its path.

Hence, fire was the only way it could die, burning it all at once so it couldn’t regenerate. “That’s a toxic screamer.” I breathed heavily into the radio. I don’t know if either one of them has ever faced one. “Hawks stay where you are, it’s too dangerous.” Mr. Griffen yelled at me through the radio. I didn’t listen. I had to help Ezra. Leaving him to die by that thing was something I couldn’t live with. “The only way that thing will die is by fire,” I yell into the radio. “It doesn’t have the mutant venom, so it can’t turn you but the ooze will burn you alive slowly.”

“FIRE! ANDREA THERE’S A FIRE!” Tobias’ shrill voice sounded from the kitchen and I almost dropped the plates I was precariously balancing on my arms. With a wild look in his eyes, he ran into the front room not caring that he was scaring the living daylights out of the customers, who had increasingly concerned looks on their faces. It just had to be the day I was left in charge that Tobias would set the place ablaze. I rushed into the kitchen, quickly slipping the plates I was holding onto the counter and as I felt the heat of the room blast from the stove that was indeed going up into flames I wondered how Tobias was still employed.

But now, I honestly didn't care anymore. "You do realize we play them this Friday, right?" I asked, looking straight at Evan. "Yeah," he said with a shrug. "I'm not stupid. I won't start anything before the game or during it. But after? I can't promise anything." "I hope you're joking," I said. "I'm not." I sighed. "Evan, listen to me." He looked at me. "We can't afford another fight, man," I said. "Remember what happened at the bonfire? We were one step away from getting suspended."

The smoke and fire reached into the sky, stretching long, red fingers toward the scorching sun before falling back to the building with a sigh of relief. I stared in horror, the data was gone. The data that would prove Alessio was innocent had just exploded in a ball of flame and smoke. I leaned back against the seat, unable to tear my eyes away from the building and the fire. Whoever that man was had saved our lives. We would have gone up in flames along with him and the rest of the data. A spark of realization hit me and I whispered the truth.

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

"Come to Lake Luna. I’ll be waiting for you." I rode the same motorcycle from that night and pulled up by the lake. Lights shimmered in the distance. She waved at me. Step by step, I walked toward her. The smile on her face grew wider. Finally, I stopped in front of her. At that moment, fireworks exploded across the sky, lighting up the night. Under the glow, she dropped to one knee and held out a ring. "Zane, I love you. Will you marry me?" I didn’t answer. I just looked at her, a faint smile playing on my lips.

“Nope. Real as it gets.” A sudden timer blared, making her jump. Without hesitation, he extended his hand. She hesitated for a moment before slipping her small hand into his. The game… The hallway stretched out with five identical doors. Lucas tightened his grip on Sophia’s hand, muttering, “Trust your senses.” The bell echoed, and he paused at the first door. Nothing smelled, off. He reached for the handle, but Sophia yanked him back, pointing to a faint discolored line on the floor. “Trap,” she whispered. They moved to the second door. Lucas opened it, jerking Sophia to the side as arrows shot out, narrowly missing them.

Reece calls to Max, who nods his agreement. I follow them around to the other side of the lorry, watching where they grip and then place my hands the same way they have set theirs. Two trackers from Harrison’s pack join us and force the car doors open to free the passengers. “On three,” Max calls. “One … two … three,” Max says, and the three of us pull the lorry until it stands firmly on all four wheels. I scream as a loud bang sounds around us; turning around, I see that the engine of the other lorry has burst into flames. The guards at the terminal are screaming for people to run and are calling for the fire service.

My mother has a point about taking Bobby away from the group of friends who are nothing more than enablers, but is moving away enough? Traffic starts moving again, and my heart speeds up knowing I’m getting closer and closer to Quinn. * Quinn’s Porsche is the driveway, and the dogs start barking as soon as my Jeep bumps into view. I put it in park and rush out, going in through the garage the way Quinn always does. The dogs are in the backyard, barking at the door, and I find Quinn out there with them.