Novel & Cerita Free Read Catching Fire

Tears filled her eyes as she whispered against his chest, “Then burn it down. Burn the book. Please.” But when he reached for the pages, the blood hissed back like flames resisting him. The book laughed—a sharp, broken sound akin to paper tearing apart: “You can’t burn her story, fox; you can only read it…and reading means obeying.” Camela’s scream caught in her throat as she muttered, “It spoke…” Vincent bared his teeth in defiance as his fire flared even higher. “Then I’ll silence it,” he said fiercely. He slammed his hand down, his fire blazing but the pages didn’t burn. Instead, they bled harder and thicker, flooding the floor until it reached their ankles.

The second one lunged at me, but I caught his wrist and twisted until I heard the snap of bone, then I shoved the blade back into his gut. My breathing was ragged now, and my shirt was soaked with sweat and blood. Every movement felt like it was carving deeper into me, but I refused to slow down. The minutes stretched like hours, but finally the gunfire died down. Silence crept back in, broken only by the crackle of flames as one of my men lit the gasoline they'd already spread. The fire caught quickly, climbing up the walls and consuming the stacked crates like it had been starving for years.

he hissed, bending his head closer. "Wrong move," I growled, shooting my hand up to grasp his wrist, channeling intense heat into his bones. "Now!" I yelled at my dad as I dropped the walls, forcing the last of my fire's reserves into the man's bloodstream. I let my own power surge into him at the same time, stealing what remained of his life while the fire literally cooked him from the inside.

He swallows my cries as my back aches, the first wave of my orgasm hits me, releasing the tight coil tension in my abdomen, and in a spark of light, somewhere at the other end of the room, a stark of books caught fire, burning brightly. My eyes widened in horror, but without being bothered Kael, strokes his fingers more that shifts my first climax into a second. “Kael.” I moaned in both pleasure and worry. In a split second, a gush of cold wind blew into the room, cooling the burning fire from moving to the curtain behind it. He grins and slides his finger out of my body. I’m not but ragged breaths and more hunger. “Well, well, well you keep surprising me, little mouse. Look what you did.”

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.

Steam seemed to rise from my body as I laid on my back, staring up at the ceiling, my vision fading. I took a heavy deep breath as I fought against the pain, the familiar darkness swallowing me again. And then, I was there again. I screamed as the fire grew and reached towards me, the familiar figure in front of me starting to get licked up. The flames roar like laughter as a pained scream hit my ears, I reached forward, reaching towards his shoulder. I wanted to help him, I wanted to save him. My fingers mere millimeters from the denim cloth of his jacket, and then...a hand grabbed mine. Her body bursting with flames, I looked at her hand on my wrist, the image of blood seeping onto my hand

A surge goes through my body and I throw myself before the fire place, "Darius, no! wh-why, why did you throw the book into the fire!?" I watch helplessly as the book begins to burn. Taking a hasty move I stick my hand into the flames, trying to grab the book but the heat of the fire consumes my hands and I hiss in pain. Darius grabs onto me, hauling me away from the fire and into his arms. "Fuck, Audrey. What is wrong with you!? Why did you put your hand into the fire, do you not consider you will get burnt!?" My gaze is still fixated on the book as it chips away, the familiar pages folding in burns.

My room was on fire. Red flames danced wildly across my bed, crawling up the curtains like they were starving. My clothes are burning. My TV melted into black plastic. The mirror crack'd under the heat, the walls glowed with flickering orange light. It wasn't just a fire, it was inferno devouring my life, one memory at a time . I was paralyzed. The air was thick with smoke, clawing at my lungs, making it impossible to breathe. The heat lashed at my skin. I couldn't move. My legs gave out and I dropped to the floor. The smoke wrapped around me like a monster pulling me .

I started coughing, the food I was eating get stuck in my throat, he quickly passed me the water which I drank everything "do you want to kill me, why will you say such a thing" "cause you said and I quote, this morning isn't the best time to touch you" if he did not stop talking, am going to damp in my panties "Jasper" I did not even know if I want him to stop or continue. he pushed the food away from my front "what wrong with your hormones, you seem horny"

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