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"I have loved you for as long as I can remember. I know you will believe me because I could never betray you or our pack." Instead of the understanding I had hoped for, Damien's eyes darkened with anger. He took a menacing step towards me, his hand raising to deliver a stinging slap across my face. "You dare use your feelings as a manipulation tactic? You are a hypocritical whore, Amia! I trusted you, and this is how you repay me?" I staggered back, my hand flying to my burning cheek. The pain of his rejection cut deeper than the slap, and my eyes stung with unshed tears.

Aarav said and Oorvi gave him a look "what? I am serious" Aarav said "I love you, never leave me alone Aarav ji. Now let's go." Oorvi said and Aarav nodded his head. ************************ So here is the official last chapter of Flames and Roses the journey of Sheerazi family's second generation There will be no updates of this book and about 3rd generation no I am not planning anything for them.

A scroll is found—aged but intact. A girl reads it aloud. The words carry no crown. No demand. Only love. Only choice. And a soft, fading echo that sounds almost like a girl’s voice in the wind, saying: “Flame is not power. Flame is memory. And we remember enough.”

I left without waiting for her reply. I ran to the nearest hill point. I sat down on a bench and gasped for air. While taking long breaths, Georges' Voice echoed in my mind, "Who's your first love?" Clouds started thundering, indicating the heavy rainfall that's going to occur. But my mind was too busy to notice that warning, as it's busy reminiscing about the past. The past that holds both good and bad memories. A loud thunder followed by lightening, brought back all memories which I buried deep down in my heart.

Flame said and looked at Cisco. She smiled sadly. "This look on your face.. That's what I was so scared of seeing. What now? You're going to hate me just like everyone hates Amour huh? You're gonna judge me too? All my whole life the only thing I was thought was how to kill, how am I supposed to act like all girls do? How am I supposed to love you like other girls will do when I don't even know how to love myself" Flame spoke as tears poured down her cheek. "How-"

HEER "I don't know what love is but what has happened to me, I swear I won't be able to live without you." God, if this is love then I would like that love should never happen to anyone. If it is really so painful, then I ask why these moths of flame give themselves pleasure in pain like this. Love is really like a burning flame that keeps wandering moths around itself. Get restless and burn in sorrow. I don't know why they let themselves feel this.

“E L A R A.” She paused, staring at the page. “FLAMES,” she said, as if reminding herself. “It stands for Friends, Lovers, Admirers, Marriage, Enemies, and Secret lovers.” Secret lovers. My throat tightened. “It is a game I played in high school,” she added. High school. I did not understand half the things she said sometimes, but I found myself listening anyway. Watching her face as she concentrated. Watching the way her brows furrowed slightly. “So we cancel out the letters in our names,” she explained, “and count what remains. Then we count through FLAMES, and whatever it lands on becomes our relationship.”

“You’re stronger than this. You’re the daughter of Elspeth, a warrior of light. You can break free from her grasp.” Ambrosia’s laughter echoed through the room, sharp and mocking. “Oh, how poetic, Flameheart. But the truth is, she will never remember you. I will ensure it. Her beauty will remain mine, and she won’t even know what she’s lost.” Flameheart felt a surge of anger, the darkness within him clawing to the surface. It was a battle between his love for Athena and the beast that lurked just beneath his skin. “I will get you back, Athena,” he vowed, determination igniting a fire within him. “I promise.”

Three former friends known as three flames that burnt so bright that they could shine even the darkest places. Forbidden love is not something knew to all of them because they've all disobeyed so many rules to get their happiness but instead they got tradegy. To see what exactly is going on they must go back to the past. Where they were three different people from what they actually are now. *** Prologue The night was young, full of endless opportunities of where it could lead Sire. He wished nothing more than to feel the gentle breeze of the wind blow his hair into a mess his mother would obviously scold him for when he got back home.

Wade, seeing her, immediately howled, "Ah, my arm, it burns!" Yvonne rushed to his side, seemingly blind to me crumpled on the floor. I bit back the pain shooting through my leg and pushed myself to my feet. She frantically dug out some ointment and started tending to Wade, scolding me all the while, "How could you be so reckless, spilling boiling water everywhere? He was just trying to help! "We're the ones married here. Can't you stop being so jealous and picking fights?" Gritting my teeth, I rolled up my pant leg to see the blisters forming. I could not help but snort, "Go ahead, be a couple. You have my blessing."