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"I did not stutter." Dothan's fury was palpable, the tension in the air enough to choke on. His lips curled into a sneer, and his voice was ice cold when he spoke again. "I see that little escape of yours has made you grow wings but you forget that you're just a butterfly Adele. I can easily rip off those wings and set them ablaze. Watch them burn till there's nothing but ash to testify." Adele could hear the malice in his voice.

“Snakes offered to let me stay with him in the meantime while I-I work my way through everything. I’m thinking of taking him up on his offer, you don’t have to be stuck with me anymore-“ I gritted my teeth, eyes on the road, fury lapping its across my skin. “You are not living with him” “Flames I-I- after everything that happened, we shouldn’t…I shouldn’t be near you” Flames? Not Andro, not Alessandro but Flames and I hated it. “Because I killed your father?”

The flame flickered to life, then roared up as the fire devoured the tattered memories—old photos, notes, little keepsakes—turning everything into thick, curling black smoke. Every trace of love was burned. Everything I once held onto, gone in one blaze. I stood there, motionless, watching the flames swell and shrink and swallow it all. Seven years of love was reduced to a pile of smoldering ash. My tears, too, seemed to burn out with the fire. Even my heart stopped aching. Dolly stepped up to the bucket, poured a bottle of water over the remaining flames, and watched the last flickers die out. "Feel better?" she asked.

Together, we would mate under the light of the full moon, our love igniting a fire that would never be extinguished. As Axel and I embraced in our passionate union, a primal energy surged between us, igniting a fiery connection that transcended the physical realm. His fur brushed against my skin, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine as we moved together in a dance of desire and longing. Our bodies intertwined in a primal rhythm, each movement a symphony of raw passion and unbridled lust. My flames flickered and danced in response to his touch, our love creating a blazing inferno of ecstasy that consumed us both.

FUCKING MY STEPSISTER My stepsister has always been calm and looks like a nerd, but the truth is I love her that way. And when I say I love her, it’s not just family love—it’s the forbidden kind that keeps me up at night. Because she’s damn hot and sexy in that quiet, unsuspecting way.

When I walked out of the doctor's office with my test results, the hospital's advertisement screen played the scene of Brandon proposing to me. Under a dazzling starry sky, deep blue fireworks lit up the night. He wore a white suit and kneeled in a rose garden, opening a box with a diamond ring inside. The scene was so beautiful that it looked like something straight out of a romance drama. I overheard some patients' family members chatting with a nurse. "I'm really so jealous of Ms. Pace. Meeting a man like Mr. Foster is the luck of eight lifetimes."

"Cece, what are you doing? The fire wasn't your fault, and she wasn't injured trying to save you. Why are you blaming yourself?" Benedict said. Celestine clung to his chest, sobbing and shaking her head. "But I just feel awful! I wish I had been the one burned instead. If I were the one lying here, I'd feel a little better about it." Watching this pair of shameless lovers put on such a melodramatic show in front of me almost made me gag.

The flame crept closer, a lover’s caress just shy of her skin. I let it dance along the curve of her collarbone, watching as she flinched but didn’t move away. “That’s the thing about fire,” I murmured. “It’s both destruction and creation. It burns, yes. But it also forges. It makes something stronger, something unbreakable.” I lowered the flame to the inside of her wrist, just a whisper of heat against her skin. She gasped, her body jerking, but she didn’t pull away.

She said so casually it almost made my blood freeze, this bitch was crazy! ”I choose yet again fire!” She said like a lunatic ”I choose Gesar’s flames! Flor del fogo, you all will burn like the fire flower itself” she smiled ”You know Miles, flor del fogo is not for the weak nor for the faint hearted. I’m sorry you didn't make the cut. You don’t have what it takes. I have stopped being a good girl” I realized then she was serious. The bomb would collapse the chamber, kill us all.

Chapter 91: Flame The world stood in awe as Isabella and Luca's journey reached a climactic crescendo. The flame they had ignited, the flame of justice, compassion, and equality, burned with an intensity that radiated throughout every corner of the globe. Their unwavering dedication and boundless love had left an indelible mark on the tapestry of humanity, forever altering the course of history. In the midst of a grand assembly, representatives from nations far and wide gathered to honor Isabella and Luca's remarkable achievements. Heads of state, activists, and ordinary individuals whose lives had been touched by their work stood united, their applause echoing through the grand hall.