La Casa Que Arde De Noche Novels & Stories

“I lied when I said there was an emergency. The only emergency tonight, sister, is yours.” She stepped closer, her smile thinning as her voice dropped to a whisper meant only for Elise. “Do you know what I love most, sister? Watching you realize too late that no one is coming to save you.” “Now!” Clara roared into the air, and instantly, the man struck a match. Flames roared to life, devouring the hay with frightening speed. The orange glow spread across the floor like a hungry beast, licking up the wooden beams and the dry furniture.

We got separated in the chaos. Before I can snap at him, a sudden gust of wind howls through the broken windows, carrying with it the sound of shattering glass. A wave of searing heat engulfs the room, flames licking greedily at the walls as burning liquid sprays across the floor. My fur singes as the space erupts into a violent inferno. Molotov. They're burning the mansion down! No time to think.

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.

Rocco asked. " Both of you stay here." ❤️Maria's POV❤️ I was laying on the couch, reading a book, when Carlos took a call...it had been an hour. "Fuck!!!" Carlos shouted. "I'll be there in ten..call in a team!" Carlos stood up, his eyes glaring at me...pure evil. Rocco came and stood beside me. " What happened? " he asked. "Warehouse eight is on fire...twelve dead....Fuck!" Carlos grabbed the desk and flipped it over, and started coming my way.

The night air was thick with cigarette smoke and tension. Jeremiah sat on the leather couch in his suite, legs crossed, a glass of brandy swirling idly in his hand. The flickering fireplace across from him cast wild shadows against the walls ,shadows that seemed to dance to his mood. He looked satisfied, almost amused, as if the world itself had just offered him entertainment. He had received the news only an hour ago: the old Moretti mansion , Jeremi’s family house was on fire.

On the couch was a lighter, a nose mask, and a small container. “Look at these, Hudson. Someone tried setting you ablaze last night and your wife happened not to be a victim. What does that tell you?” Alberto pointed out. “What are you insinuating?” Ximena snapped. “I couldn’t have possibly burned my husband. I don’t know how I ended up on the couch. I woke up in the middle of the night to see the bed on fire. I tried to save my husband. Does that make me guilty?” she tried to defend and Mother slapped her.

It keeps going, until we hear something break and then the house starts to move. It creaks and groans before it breaks free from several pipes. I suddenly smell gas and before I hear the explosion, I watch the neighbor open his front door and then disappear into the air without a trace. Hearing the boom, I see the fireball come our way. Just before it hits, I grab my children and sort of float to the floor as I hold on tight to the coffee table that is still in place miraculously. I close my eyes after looking at my children one last time and kissing them goodbye. The next time I open them, I am lying in my bed.

As the fire raged fiercely, I took my husband's hand and tried to rush out of the banquet hall with him. However, Frank Winston shook me off and turned to run toward his assistant, Johanna Scott. As I stood frozen in disbelief, the cabinet beside me collapsed with a rumble and pinned me beneath it. I yelled out for Frank, but he simply picked Johanna up and hurried off without a single glance back at me. Flames and thick smoke enveloped me. I watched helplessly as Frank and Johanna moved further and further away until I eventually lost consciousness.

Mom gasped beside me, her hand flying to her mouth as she stared out the windshield. “Oh my god…” she whispered, voice shaking. The grand estate was a raging inferno. Black smoke billowed into the night sky, lit from below by the roaring fires. My heart slammed against my ribs. This can't be! Quino had assured me the security was impenetrable. Joaquin had laughed about how the Lucchesis would never dare strike back so soon. And yet here it was. Our stronghold, our power base, reduced to flames and ruin in a single night.

But who would do something like this? “I need to get Liam home,” she whispered, standing up. Clara nodded. “I’ll come with you.” Holding Liam close, Nadine walked back home. But as they turned the corner, her steps faltered. Something was wrong. A thick, dark cloud of smoke filled the air. Nadine’s stomach dropped. “No…” she breathed, eyes widening. Their house was on fire. Flames engulfed the walls, licking at the sky. The heat was suffocating, and the orange glow painted the night with horror.