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I shot a quick text to Sansa, telling her to ditch the burger and just go home. “what’s going on? Dad? Mom?” it was Josh that had asked this time. Our father turned his gaze on him, his expression softening a bit, “I think you should ask your mother” Our mom took a shaky breathe while running both her hands through her blonde hair, “the fire……. The one at our old house, I ……………… I started the fire” she said, her voice breaking at the last part “we know it was a cooking accident, you got out safe, and you didn’t know where dad had gone right?” Bri asked, her voice holding the slightest hint of doubt.

To be precise, it was Simon who had smashed open my front door with his men and slaughtered their way through. Sally, Serena McFadden, and the rest of my crew had died from stray bullets. I had broken down, screaming again and again, "I didn't hurt her!" Simon had ignored me and coldly pressed a button in his hand. With a deafening boom, the three core armories I had bled to build were gone in an instant. In this life, I didn't want him anymore, and I wouldn't hurt Giara. I just wanted everyone to live.

"Okay, let me ask you this. When your apartment caught on fire, were you ever outside?” “No. I was asleep in my mother’s study... I think,” I reply, confused. “I remember hiding beneath her desk for some reason and woke up to see that suddenly, there was fire everywhere.” “What about the scenario you just painted out, have you ever seen it before?” “All the time on the news, it’s still ranked top of the list on the internet.”

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.

ADRIANA Thank God no one died from the fire. but a lot were injured and property was lost. I was livid. I’m STILL livid. God, I want to get my hands and Xander. Preferably around his neck, then I’ll hold on until I’m sure he can never hurt anyone again. We spent the rest of yesterday trying to save the properties of the affected people. Just to show how heartless he was, the fire was started very close to residential homes. If they hadn’t noticed it early, the damage it would have done would be very ugly.

The flames on the screen reflected the flames consuming not only the physical structure of the house but also the memories, shared moments, and the bond that kept the three brothers together. Cassian, recovering from the initial shock, turned to the brothers. “It was our home... Mom's home. It caught fire.” Kane, with teary eyes, asked, “What are we going to do, Cassian?” Dorian, seeking words of comfort, murmured, “We can't lose hope. Maybe Mom managed to get out in time.” Ignis, finally breaking the silence, approached the brothers. “I know a place where you can stay safely.”

he replied. I exhale slowly, taking a few deep breaths to calm my raging anger. I glanced back into the living room and Miriam was still standing by the piano, tracing the curves of the polished wood, looking so angelic and beautiful. She has no idea how close she came tonight to being taken from me. The thought of it makes my blood boil. “Have you found out about the fire?” I asked. “Yes.” Rodosov replies, he clears his throat before he continues. “According to the fire crew and the police, it looks like it started from an electrical issue in one of the apartments. That’s the story they’re going with. But they’re still investigating.”

I don't want to continue the argument in front of our children so I tell him just leave and go inside and close the door. BAM! the door slams open and hits the wall before I know it he grabs me and throws me in our room and slams me on the bed, he picks me up again and throws me into the closet "THIS IS YOUR FAULT" he screams at me "You need to leave!" I say back, he picks me up again and holds me down on the bed with my arms tight to my side so I can't move. "IF YOU WERE A BETTER WIFE THIS WOULDN'T BE HAPPENING" he yells again. I can feel the pain in my arms from his grip, it's a grip I just can't get out of no matter how hard I try, I look over his shoulder I can see the boys run into our

Although this graduation painting had not yet been completed, it was far superior to any of my previous works. The moment Willow saw the painting, her expression subtly shifted. I caught the flicker of greed and jealousy in her eyes. I looked around the room. In the next moment, I did something that left everyone completely flabbergasted. I pulled out a lighter and flicked it. Then, I brought the flame close to one corner of the canvas. "Cassidy! What are you doing?" Jess shouted sharply almost immediately. Needless to say, she was the first to react. The flame licked at the edge of the canvas and spread quickly. My masterpiece, the product of my passion and skill, burned down to ash before

The fire had been burning for hours, a blazing beacon that cut through the darkness of the frozen wasteland like a lighthouse in a storm. Julian had watched it from a distance, his body trembling with a mixture of cold and exhaustion, his mind drifting in and out of consciousness. He had not meant to burn the house down. He had only wanted to signal for rescue, to attract attention, to find help. But the fire had spread faster than he had anticipated, consuming everything in its path, reducing the Mill Creek house to a pile of smoldering ash and charred timbers.