Fueling The Fire Romane & Geschichten

No mercy. Only fire.

Raven ignored her, going to the tap with a glass cup and turning on the faucet as she said in one breath, "Mum, where's Armando? The one who cooks?" Annabelle turned to look at her daughter, and let her eyes sweep through her body. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" Raven immediately gulped down the water, hissing when it didn't do anything to reduce the burn then put her hand under the faucet, splashing water on her face before groaning. "Why am I on fire?!" As she turned to face her Mother, there was an amused look on the older woman's face that weirdly irritated her. "What's funny?"

She sat on the kitchen counter with her legs open and started masturbating in front of Nick and Elaine while laughing. "You shameless tramp, your sister must know this!" "Try it and I will put you six feet underneath! Learn to mind your ownfucking business old hag!" "Claudia don't talk like that! Are you crazy? And stop doing that!" Claudia just rolled her eyes and said "Whatever! "

"We're not out of the danger yet. We have to get out of here. None of us are safe anymore." I returned to the window to observe Grandpa Falkor, fueled by vengeance, take matters into his own hands. He struck a matchstick and ignited the fuel-soaked ground with a malicious smirk on his face. The flames erupted and spread like wildfire, devouring everything in their path. As their bodies were enveloped by the merciless flames, the pack members, imprisoned in their scorching inferno, cried out in agony. The pungent fragrance of burning fur and flesh filled the air.

Nora added. Alice sighed. "I guess we've spent most of our time hating each other that we didn't even realize we have a lot in common," "I'm not perfect. The same way you went to jiu jitsu, I channel my emotions into writing. Writing soothes me. Imagine having asthma, you can't do this, you can't do that, it's just frustrating. My dad is not of much help, he travels all the time in the name of "business". I honestly don't know what he does. My mum is an attorney. She always tries her best to be there for me, but she also has a life outside being my mother. She is a wife, a daughter and an attorney. Coming to terms with that was hard," Alice said, as she felt tears streaming down her cheeks.

I say in return. "Okay Ma'am." I don't bother to look up but I hear their retreating footsteps as they return to whatever is on fire and the clanking and clinging of utensils fills the air. The aroma is so nice, I just know the food will taste fantastic. Distractedly, I hear the mother and daughter whisper amongst themselves in Russian of course. What better way is there to gossip if it's not in a foreign language? I don't hear much but the girl says something and of all things, my ears pick on it and my brain wastes no time in translating it for me faster than it would in normal situations.

Our fire. A true goddess.

My hatred towards this entire goddess-forsaken pack has grown exponentially. Ares has been roaring in my mind the entire time about how we are going to burn this pack down to the ground. And you know what? I’m already contemplating where to get the gasoline when I get out of here.

he sighed as he spoke. “ What was that supposed to mean?” Enzo fumed. “ He got the purpose or rather function, all wrong,” he pointed out. “Fighting fire with fire is a strategy that uses controlled burns to reduce the risk of wildfires and to help the environment.” “ I don't see the difference in what we both said or are you trying to get all smarty-pants to impress, Boss?” Enzo grabbed Luca by the collar. I knew he wouldn't fight Luca or anything so I didn't bother to separate them. Besides, it might actually help if Luca hit him just a little bit.

Gasher sat down next to Zen and asked, Furo added more twigs to the fire and watched as it grew brighter and hotter, providing much-needed warmth in the cold night. The fire's orange light danced and reflected off Furo's eyes, making them sparkle in the darkness. He felt a sense of accomplishment in making the fire, as it was an essential element for survival in the wild. The warmth of the fire and the smell of roasting meat filled the air, providing a sense of comfort to the three men.