Novel & Cerita Hunter Burn

When he unlocked his phone, he saw multiple screenshots from the company's shareholders, criticizing him for neglecting the business and putting important deals in jeopardy. Tucker's brow furrowed. His chest tightened with frustration. On impulse, he decided to call a friend. "Hey, Hugo, what do you think is causing all these problems lately?" Hugo Blythe's voice came through, teasing yet sincere. "You should know better, Tucker. Since Willow left, there's no one reminding you to eat or take breaks. She used to make sure you didn't burn yourself out when work piled up." Tucker paused, tightening his grip on the phone. Bitterness surged through him, rendering him momentarily speechless.

I stuttered. "Girl. I could feel that tension from across the room. It's fine, it's none of my business, but I'm here now Wren. You know you could come to me if it ever gets rough. I'll always be here." He took my hands in his, caressing. Assuring. This is crazy. This is tempting. The beep of my phone brought me out of my spiralling emotions. "Just curated the sickest movie playlist. Watch party. Mine or yours? "

“Don’t scare the nurses.” “Damn it, Connor! What happened? Who did this to you?” His face looked as if someone had thrown acid on it. It wasn’t just his face, though; the burn went all the way down his neck and his left arm and chest. Probably his back as well. I wanted to cry. It looked excruciatingly painful. “Wolfsbane bomb disguised as a present. But we don’t have time. Help me get this thing out of my ribs. It hurts my lung.”

Inside, it was choked with dust. "Don't worry, Connor," one of his friends had told him during a conversation Samantha had overheard. "We've already set up the timed incendiary. You just need to lure her in and lock the door from the outside. Once it starts burning, she won't be able to get out. Based on the last fire, wait fifteen minutes, then go in and save her. She won't die—maybe just a few burns. But when she sees you coming through the flames, she'll be so grateful and start crying." Samantha had heard it all. And she was ready to let "Samantha" be buried in this fire for good.

The wolfsbane draught did not just burn. It hit deeper. It tore through the weakest, most broken part of me. I folded over, coughing so hard my body shook. My chest burned. My skull throbbed. Then my wolf took the blow. I felt it. The part of me that had already been damaged, already failing, buckled again. My scent turned wild. My breathing broke apart. The room swam black at the edges. This was not just pain. My wolf was being hurt again. It had never recovered from the fire.

I light the fuel with my other hand. The flames catch fast and climb through the hardware, licking around the laptop’s edges, finding the drive, consuming the server. The plastic casing warps and bubbles. Internal components glow orange, slowly deforming in the flames. The laptop screen cracks from the intense heat, the glass falling inward. Above it all, the smoke climbing into the Alaskan sky carries sixty-three names, ten years of lies, and eight years of bruises into the dark where nobody will ever retrieve them. We watch it burn. Her hand in mine. The fire reflecting in her eyes.

Hell no! My name isn't Blackwood, the doctor must have assumed I took up Damien's name since he's now my stepfather. I was too weak to argue so I let it slide. “Let's check what's going on with you.” He said and moved closer to me. “She clearly has an infection. That is the reason for the fever and why she's burning up so much. Miss, do you have any infected wounds?” The doctor asked me and I nodded in the affirmative. I opened the blanket and showed him the cut I had from the tree at the cemetery yesterday.

What she didn’t notice was the sinister smile that flashed across his face. ... Before I passed out, the sun had scorched my mind into a haze. In my daze, it felt like I had returned to my previous life. Janine’s face twisted with cruelty as she hung me outside the shelter, leaving me under the blazing sun. She even brushed oil onto my skin to intensify the burning. The pain jolted me awake. However, when I opened my eyes, I found myself in a room almost identical to my own temperature-controlled shelter. “You’re finally awake!”

BHYRON “Sir, sir, I found something!” It’s been three hours since I personally set the Gunam Brother's seventh warehouse on fire. Unfortunately, the fire grew uncontrollable and gutted the warehouse beside it, burning it to ashes. That warehouse belonged to Bethel Washington, a renowned American drug and arms dealer. I’ve been trying to reason with his men for the past hour. Thankfully, the warehouse was empty and not much was lost.

We still remember that girl Bruno met inside the plane during his flight back to Texas? Her name was Silvia. In addition to her beauty and other things that were physically intact in her, he had that charisma that most people would long to see in ladies but seemed just few of them had it, Silvia was one of them. Since that day they arrived in texas, Bruno haven't met with her again or even called her to know how she was faring. Silvia on her own side still maintained her own esteem and decided to wait for the call anytime it was coming even if it had to take till eternity to come.