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SSHS 143 The crackling of the woods as it slowly burns and turns into embers, as well as the little sparks that fly through the air as a crackle sounds, Hestia, Damian and Mr. Ben settle into the calmness that the atmosphere brings. The coldness of the winter weather as they warm up themselves on the fire. Mr. Ben took out his perfectly cooked marshmallow and proceeded to give the tong to Hestia and told her, “Here, have some s’mores. You can just get on the basket thingy between you and Damian.'' With a smile, the retired veteran continued to make his perfectly cooked marshmallow and would either make a s’more for himself or give the thong to either of the two students.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Five Something You Shouldn’t Want The wind picked up as Evelyn rode the ATV across the far fields, her fingers clenched tight on the grips, her braid snapping behind her like a whip. The Romano name was all over her brain like a stain she couldn’t scrub out. Not just Damien anymore—but all of them. Luca had sent her a link to some sleek app design mock-up “in case she ever wanted to digitize the ranch,” and Dante had casually shown up at the farmer’s co-op talking gym memberships and local partnerships like he belonged. It was calculated. It was charming. It was suffocating. But it was Damien who got under her skin the most. Always him. Always that look like

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

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“Then I’ll just have to make sure that doesn’t happen. He snapped his fingers. And Calista’s body burst into flames under Hellfire.

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The sword on her other hand hummed in energy, feeding on the power the flame radiates. The villagers gasped and they all stepped back at once. The magnificence of the fire reflected in their eyes. "This is the heavenly fire." Serra announced and took a step forward. "The flame of Ether." She looked at it for a second and then back to them. "This fire can heal everything, every sickness and pain. This is the very fire that burns inside your soul. But this fire also punishes the deserving." "You are...." The captain gasped. His hands loosen on his side.

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