Novel & Cerita Flames Of Revenge

me: " if you are Hayden LI.. and the great business man.. then why did you joined as my father assistant and married me.. " Hayden: " oh you want answer.. ask your dad.. oh I just forgot to say.. from now onwards you won't go out of here... fine let me tell me.. I just joined your father company.. to take my revenge... " Listening to this, I felt like my world collapsed... ' revenge... what revenge...!!!!'

For them to cry blood? Ansif caressed her back silently. His action surprised him. But he let it leave. After few minutes, Simran pulled away and said “ You have not completed your revenge yet. Do the same thing my brother did with Aliyah , throw me on road like he did” Ansif watched her in shock. How could she say something like that. Though he thought of doing something like that a the beginning, he could never do that, it is against his morals.

And this time, she would ensure that anyone who had burned her wings would burn with her in the fires of her revenge. END OF CHAPTER 32..

The flame flares to life, I hold it for a second, just long enough for him to see it. “No…no! You can’t do this!” Reynolds roars, struggling, panic bleeding into every word. I glance back at him, my smirk sharp. “Watch me.” Then I toss it. The flame lands, catches the trail of gasoline, and a hiss breaks the silence. Then a roar. Fire races across the ground like a beast unleashed, devouring everything in its path until the entire house is ablaze. Orange light dances in the night air, casting shadows across Reynolds’ face as he screams.

Lexie's POV I really was destined to be damned. I took a deep breath and looked at Brandon's dazed, lifeless expression. Then, I started laughing. He demanded to know what I was laughing at. I said, "This is our karma." He froze, then cried again. I watched him suffer without saying a word. Daniella had personally told me she didn't hate him. Daniella was a great person, but I wasn't. I wanted him to suffer for the rest of his life.

That was what Christopher had once jokingly told me while holding me in his arms. However, I'd said seriously, "It depends on what you've done to upset me. I won't forgive you for life if you do or say anything related to what I hate the most." He'd held me tighter and said confidently, "No way in hell will I do anything related to that. I'll jump into the sea where we made things official to repent for my sins if it happens! Then, you can set me on fire and discard my ashes wherever you want!" My heart twisted painfully as I thought about the past. Then, I grabbed my phone and made a call. "Yes, I want to sell this apartment. The faster, the better."

And they’re starting to respond, to turn on my whirlwind of flames, to fight back. I watch, curious, as the enemy begins by trying martial force, shooting at my flames with shells and bullets. But that does nothing but make me smirk as I continue to destroy everything before me, the flames reaching out to snag tanks and trucks off the ground, reducing them to ash. And it’s not just what’s on the ground, either. I see the flash of Cora’s lightening in the distance, but some helicopters manage to get into the air, heading for the flame. Eager, the blaze reaches for them with what looks like demonic hands, snagging them out of the sky and smashing them to the ground in flaming arcs that look li

“I am boss. And I always cut down my prey. I never miss the target.” “I figured my dad is aware of this?” Stephano asked and Flame nodded in response. “Your grandfather told him not to get involved boss.” Flame added and Stephano nodded. Even though he seemed calm on the outside. His insides were burning with an unquenchable vengeance and a satiable desire to kill them all. They dared to get Rose involved. His innocent Rose. He purposely didn't wipe out their whole cartel but now he was going to rage war and make sure he sends them straight to hell. “Kill all of them and burn their remaining properties to the ground. But bring back Sayidrad alive. I'll handle him my way. This will mark the e

"Now they're leaves in the wind, with a touch of humidity... As if they were leaves blown by the winds of a storm that's brewing." "Yours have changed too, they still look like a field of flowers, but this time, the flower that catches my eye the most is almost forgotten... I had to look in my archives and also in my safe... It was very difficult, as I only have a single seed that hasn't bloomed." Ghost replied, approaching me. "The flower is called the Flames of Hephaestus. They say they were created from the sparks of God's hammer when it meets the anvil." I turned my face towards Lycan, curious about the information.

"And the Faithful reclaim what should have belonged to us since the very beginning of this world — not merely a Vampire King, not merely a Dragon Prince, but the vessel capable of holding what none of you have ever been permitted to fully understand." My servant's breath caught audibly. "The First Flame," they whispered, reverent and terrified in equal measure. "The First Flame," I agreed. "Sleeping inside a body that dies and dies again, gathering strength with every death, every rebirth, every desperate act of love those foolish kings keep offering it without ever understanding what they're actually feeding." I turned fully now, my true form flickering briefly beneath the borrowed shape I