Lagu Fire Novels & Stories

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

pulling my hair "geez, I am the one fucking you with my tongue, not God," he said as he inserts one finger into me and also with his tongue "Jasper" the sensation were already building up inside of me "yes, that is my name" increasing his pace "you are all wet for me"

My masterpiece, the product of my passion and skill, burned down to ash before everyone's eyes. At first, the room fell deathly silent. But after a few seconds, there came a thunderous wave of applause. "Holy crap! This is some performance art!" "Destruction as a metaphor for rebirth? That's genius!" "I told you Cassidy was a genius, and geniuses operate at a level we can only hope to comprehend." Most of them assumed this was a carefully planned piece of performance art. They believed it was an artistic response to the accusations of plagiarism. They didn't fully understand it, but they were deeply shaken by it.

Her final weapon. One video. One lie. One truth twisted enough to shatter everything. “Let’s see how much love survives this.”

“You’re playing with fire.” “Burn me.”

Desperate. I tried to push forward, but the flames were too fast, too aggressive. I remember coughing, choking on the smoke, my skin burning as I reached for the door to her floor. It was hot, searing pain shooting up my arm. I pulled back, tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t get to her. I couldn’t get to her. "Chloe!" I screamed, but my voice was swallowed by the roar of the flames. I don’t know how long I stood there, the fire raging all around me, before one of the neighbors dragged me out. I fought them, clawed at them, screaming Chloe’s name until my voice gave out. But it didn’t matter. She was gone.

I heard Lizzy scream my name in panic. “Lucien! What have you done?!” Greyson yelled. “She burned me!” Lucien yelled back. “What?!” “Her eyes glowed red and she burned me! Look!” Lucien shouted. My vision was getting hazy but I saw Lucien shoving his reddened hand at Greyson. I couldn’t understand what they were saying. Who burned him? Me? When? Greyson growled in frustration. “But you’ve already killed her, so what do we do now?”

I pushed Cat toward the open door of the SUV, my body shielding hers as we ran. More shots. Closer this time. One caught the vehicle's side mirror, shattering it. "Rooftop positions, suppress that fire!" Declan's voice was sharp in my ear. The return fire was immediate and devastating. The incoming threat scattered, their shots going wild as they dove for cover. I shoved Cat into the vehicle and threw myself in after her, slamming the door shut just as the driver hit the accelerator. The SUV lurched forward, tires squealing as we peeled away from the Galleria.

As the little bell on top of the door rang out a sweet tune, both Lani and Blake twisted around expecting another package but were instead faced with Jax' angered face. "Jax? What's wrong?" Lani asked. "The feds, they're here." "What?" Blake said with his face etched in confusion, "What'd they want now?" "They're here to snoop around, they know about the fire and they want to know what happened," Jax spoke in a bored tone. "What? The fire that happened nearly a month ago? I call bullshit," Blake laughed as he placed more paint in Lani's hair. She giggled shortly before returning her attention back to Jax, "He's right, there's nothing to investigate," Lani added.

Layla smiled. “Tell that to your family.” The Aducator said, Layla’s smile fell completely, and she could feel her emotions rising to a whole new point. Layla fisted her hands into the ground before letting out an ear breaking scream. Her screamed all her agony. A fire, like never before, shot out of Layla. The Adducator throw her hands up, shielding her from the flames, but the fire just rose and rose as Layla’s emotions fueled them. Layla stepped closer and closer as the Aductor fell to the ground, getting harder and harder for her to protect herself. As Layla stood right in front of the Aducator, her hands fell, and the flames finally touched her. The hear curling scream left her throat a