Novel & Cerita Love That Burns Against Fate

With his index finger, he pointed to a faded note in perfect cursive. 'A love such as this exists in the deepest confines of each. It takes a spark, a movement to awaken our souls to the passion that fervently burns, but burn it does not forever. After the spark has burned out, from the ashes, a new love rises, one that endures long after the spark is gone. One that is worth the fight and worth the wait. This is the love I hope, I seek, I breathe.'

He says with a sexy smirk and I feel like pounding his skull with a mortar. " Bastard. "I say with a clenched teeth and he laughs. " I love you baby." Oh fuck.... what sort of nemesis is this? And what the freaking hell have I gotten into?

He didn’t deserve my compassion; I doubted he would show me any. I wanted his dreams to burn. Beads of sweat began to form all over my body as the temperature in the room increased. I watched the tram move away and all I could think about was his goals burning to ash. I could see it smoke pillowing out, machines melting, paper burning. It brought a smile to my face. I imagined the look on his face as he watched his dreams burn. I hoped it stung, I hoped he knew he didn’t deserve his happy ending. The tram halts in its tracks, unable to fight the flames any longer. Burn, Burn, Burn I chant in my head. Demanding to see it turn into nothing more but a pile of melted metal. Part of me wished he

Make them both fall on the floor with each other. Somehow time seemed to stop spinning. The two people who hated each other looked at each other with unblinking eyes. The distance between them was so clos e, Xavier could feel the warmth of Bianca's breath against his cheek. ** Sinokmput

Adi stepped back immediately. As her eyes met his eyes, she felt singed. Never had he ever looked at her with that fire in her eyes. There had been yearning, a quiet love, an understanding but never this passion that she saw just now. "Adi..." His name came out in a whisper and Faith cursed herself. But Adi did not let her speak anymore," Fifi...It's time... don't you think?"

The concert's atmosphere grew more intense by the minute, with everyone's focus locked on the stage. It seemed like I was invisible, blending into the shadows of the concert. The dim lights gave me a false sense of bravery. I moved to the beat of the music, letting the rhythm guide my steps. She moved with a rhythm that made the air between us tremble, every motion sent a heat through me that I could not contain. I reached for her waist and pulled her close, the sudden rush of contact hit me like fire, every cell in me coming alive.

It was just like our marriage, which once seemed unbreakable but was now nothing but lies and betrayal. I stood where I was, watching the fire grow smaller and smaller until the last ember was extinguished. I felt no nostalgia or reluctance, only calm and relief. I then picked up my suitcase and took a taxi to the airport without looking back.

Although I'd already found out all the filthy and despicable things she'd done, hearing it from the horse's mouth herself still squeezed my heart with something heavy and suffocating. "You know I worked my ass off for Harland and Harland only! You have no right to ruin my future! Not for Johnny, not for anyone! You've made your choice. So, you can gallivant off to the sunset with him, and it'd still be none of my business. Now, get the hell out of my sight!"

I wouldn’t let history bury me the way it buried my mother. I would fight. I looked at Zach — really looked. The man who would burn the world to keep me breathing. The man who would rather die with me than live without me. The man whose love felt like war and sanctuary at once. And I made a choice. A quiet, fierce, trembling choice. I would not be taken. I would not be sacrificed. I would not be claimed by destiny. I would write my own fate — drenched in fire and blood and loyalty and love.

Through everything that has happened, I realized this pin also epitomizes pain and burning rage. I gripped tightly to it as I slipped it smoothly, knotting my hair into a perfect twist. Amadeo watched me intently as I did that. I know what he is thinking and I can not blame him. However, I can see that the doubt in his eyes slowly faded the moment he saw how determined and unswerving my fire was. “Love is a twisted curse, as it is a gift. It will betray you in the time you are least expecting.” “You of all people should already know that. I am just simply reminding.”