Novel & Cerita Free Read Catching Fire

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.

I’m hoping that it won’t come to that, but anger is the easiest way to get someone to connect to fire. “Okay, what do I do?” he asks. “Do you trust me?” I ask him. “Absolutely,” he says, not hesitating a moment. I smile. "Close your eyes." He immediately closes his eyes. I’m hoping passion is the way to get him to connect. It's another great way to connect to fire, so I start there. I pull an image of him and me in my mind. As I walk toward him, I begin to slowly unbutton my shirt, letting it drop to the ground.

Because Lilly didn’t just bear fire. She was fire. And I would worship every fucking inch.

He wiped at it, sending tiny droplets of water across his desk. “What the-” he jumped back, flinging the picture on his desk, where it flipped. Written in very neat, clear handwriting. The same handwriting that was on the small pieces of paper, were two words: Chaidou Forest. He picked up the picture and turned it back around. This time, he shook the image vigorously and felt his stomach lurch as tiny snowflakes fell out of the picture. He quickly pushed the pin back into the tiny hole in the picture and placed it back where he’d found it. He took measured steps out of the office, closing the door behind him. Without another thought, he threw on the black coat from the hospital once more, gr

Next, the wings of the book were burning, but it didn't stop as it tried to still get away. “If only I hadn't given up my fire powers—it’s going to get away; she will get away!” Ruby yelled, and it was true as the book kept trying, then Blake and Dante finally got to her, and holding their hands, they opened their mouths, and fire came out of them, shooting straight to the book. I could hear the screams of my mother and other creatures; my head was spinning, and I couldn't take it anymore. I was about to fall to the ground, but someone held me back. I looked up and was shocked to see my wife smiling at me.

I imagine Caren and seeing how upset she was when he ran from her. The fire flows from my body. I was staring at Reed when I heard someone. Yelling. I hadn’t realized it. My focus was on Reed, but my flames were bouncing out of the fire and hitting a man. Someone shouted as they wrapped a curtain around him to dampen the flames.

I turned fast, scanning through the thick smoke. There—just a shadow between the flames, swaying. I didn’t think. I just moved. My arms caught her just as her legs gave out. Her body fell into mine, limp and cold despite the fire all around us. “I got you. I got you,” I whispered, over and over again, holding her close like if I said it enough times, she’d be okay. But she didn’t answer. Her eyes were closed. Her breathing was shallow. No... no, no, no. Don’t do this. Don’t you dare.

“Look at my fire, memorize the sight, the sound, the feel of it. Touch it, Cedric, learn how my fire feels on your skin. Memorize that feeling. I do as she says. I watch the swirling ball of reds, oranges and yellows. I hear the whooshing and sizzling sounds of the fire in her hand and when I touch it, I feel the how the fire is drawn to me, how it feels alive against my skin. “Now, put your arms out, palms up.” I do as she says, and she puts her hands under mine. “Close your eyes.” She says and I do. “I want you to think about my fire. How it looks, how it feels, how it sounds and smells when it’s in my hand.” She gives me a minute.

The cracks of gunfire were deafening in the close space. But Ilana moved like smoke. She dropped low, the first bullet skimming past her shoulder, the second splintering a beam above. The third clipped her arm, blood misting the air—but she didn’t even slow. Calix took his chance.He surged forward, throwing his weight sideways, yanking hard at the zip ties until pain lit up his wrists like fire. He didn't care. The chair crashed to the floor beneath him, a blur of splintered wood and bruised ribs. But the zip ties—They snapped.

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary