Light It Up Like A Dynamite Novels & Stories

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Bonnie smoothed out my diary calmly and continued reading. [After Ethan got out of the car, he walked up to me with a smug look on his face.] [He leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Do you think going back to our hometown means you can compete with me for their love? Dream on."] ["This trip is supposed to be a surprise for Grandpa. Tell me, wouldn't it be perfect if he saw your videos and got so angry he died on the spot?"]

Westley’s long fingers moved nimbly as he took out a lighter and lit the fireworks. Boom, boom, boom! The fireworks exploded in the dark sky.

“Hold him down.” Leon’s eyes widen so much that I think they might pop and roll right out of his head. “What the fuck are you doin’, man?” I pour the lighter fluid on his head; his eyes flutter closed, desperate to avoid the drops of liquid. I don’t see the point. The burning will be all he can focus on in a moment. Sheer agony of flames licking his skin violently. Excitement courses through my body, my thumb presses down on the flint wheel, and a flame bursts to life. The majestic, dancing colours mesmerise me—yellow, red, orange—beautiful and deadly all rolled into one. I tug at a strand of Leon’s hair, bringing the flame to it. Within seconds, his entire head is on fire. My lips curve int

" Before I could respond, the door creaked open and Lilith walked in, pushing a silver cart. The quiet clatter of porcelain and cutlery filled the silence as she began placing dinner plates on the table. I forgot to ask Miss Myers but do you eat beef? On the plate was mashed potato's steak that was cooked medium rare with an easy over egg, and green beans topped with a white sauce. "I wouldn't say yes or no because I've never had it before but I would love to try it"

The flickering fluorescent lights cast an unflattering glow over the lone, pristine white sedan that now sat trapped in the vast emptiness. With an iron grip, Damien pulled me toward the car, his knuckles turning white with the effort. I could feel my heart thundering against his fingers, which pressed uncomfortably into my wrist. Just a few more steps, and I would be ensnared once again, locked away from any flicker of hope for escape. And then, the world exploded. **BOOM!** The sound struck like the crack of thunder inside a confined space, reverberating off the concrete walls and ceiling with a terrifying intensity. My heart leaped into my throat as the shock wave surged toward us, causin

The room trembled and crackled with energy, and for a brief, intense moment, it seemed as though the very fabric of reality hung in the balance. An explosion of brilliance consumed the room. It was as if the very essence of the demon could no longer withstand the intensity of the light that encircled it.

Ina had been born. The club lived. A universe of light and darkness, where sin ran rampant, and secrets were exchanged under bass beats. Music thudded off walls like a pulse, neon illuminating a dangerous sheen on bodies in motion to the rhythm of the night. Ina came, the heel of her shoe clicking against marble, and eyes following involuntarily without so much as a thought. Power. Freedom. Danger. She breathed it all. Tonight, she was not Lily. Tonight, she was better. She was unbeatable.

he said as he wrapped a piece of white cloth in a bamboo. I nodded. "How can I do that?" I asked him. He did not speak, and a black object circled the centre of the stone, just in front of the bamboo he built. With his hands, he lit the white cloth, causing me to almost jerk in shock. He is outstanding.

"You call me all these things and pretend you care, but you don't! I still can't understand why you don't plan on killing me after I give birth because I'm not sure how I'll live a long, cruel life with such little love and husband who sleeps with a different, prettier woman, every night!" He narrows in on me with those dark, dangerous eyes. "Are you saying you want to die?" That's when I notice the glass lamp on my bedside table. Every word I said will happen if I don't stop it. "Yes," I say and I grab the lamp, hitting it as hard as I possibly can on my head. Then again and again until the blood blackens my sight and I lose the world around me.