Flames Of Revenge Novels & Stories

I had gone in too deep. I was filled with hatred for myself as I watched him Violate Eva. I went through the most brutal torture of hell, watching the scene. My hands fell off Eva’s shoulders as the memory ended. I felt hollow inside. I had failed Eva. I couldn’t protect her. I looked at Eva wordlessly. I was at a loss at what had happened. Was there anything in this world that could bring back what Eva had lost, no…. I felt rage flow through my veins like liquid lava. My eyes blazed with fire, and before I knew, I had set the room on fire.

“You know, most people want to disappear after a breakup. You decided to stage a war.” “Disappearing never worked for me.” He leaned forward, elbows on the table, his voice dropping lower. “Neither does revenge. It’s satisfying, sure, but it burns out fast. What then?” I met his gaze. “Then I light something else on fire.” He laughed, low and genuine this time, the sound rolling through me like warm smoke. “You really are dangerous, Little Flame.” The waiter returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. I hadn’t ordered it, but of course, Orion had.

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

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.

They fled, living humbly in a quiet village where kindness meant more than crowns. For years, they were happy. Until fate caught up. His betrothed found them, and in her vengeance, she set their new family ablaze. His wife. His child. The parents and siblings who had taken him in. All turned to ash. That was when Aamon gifted the world the Blue Flame—not to destroy, but to free. A fire capable of severing mate bonds, of defying destiny itself. Now, that Flame was Cassandra’s. And her patience was running thin.

Well, now something is reborn within me. Let my hope blaze, sweet invisible light, Now it shall burn with flames, Within the eternal night, Its heat shall burn bright with a will nothing will ever tame And if I fall or rise, I will do it on my own. “I need these glamour potions and the smell inhibitor again. I have to become a new person, Stine, with a new appearance, scent everything. I was ready to once again be reborn and this time nothing would make me fall.” The angel of revenge is back and she wants flames/fire.

“I don’t know how, but it’s back.” “Use it,” he urged, his voice filled with a renewed sense of hope. “You can turn the tide with it.” With a deep breath, I focused on the flames, letting them grow, feeling the power surge through me. I threw my hands out, and fire shot forward, consuming the enemies in its path. It was a beautiful and terrifying sight, the flames licking at the night sky, painting the battlefield in shades of orange and red.

“One more move. One more misstep. And he’s mine.” The flames of vengeance never faded. They simply waited to be fed. And tonight, I was ready to burn the world.

Likewise, I handed over my entire life to him, to a beast who forcefully made me his. As they were going away from her house, she couldn't help but remember, "The light in my life started fading and is waiting to succumb to darkness." "I will hate you your entire life Rudra. Nothing can reduce the resentment on you." She thought with the newfound determination as hatred dripped in her veins. ... They were on their way to his mansion. His car was highly protected, yet Tanvi didn't know what was happening around her. Diana's men tried attacking them but failed miserably because Rudra had the best-skilled fighters and loyal men who will risk their lives to save him.

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.