Man On Fire Audiobook Novels & Stories

" the man screamed as he was set on fire. He almost fell to the pit of blazing fire if he was not quick enough to regain his balance. Narrah's eyes glowed brighter as she watches the man wagging everywhere. Putting off the fire scorching his whole body. The strong wind worsens his miserable predicament. Hell seems to have risen as it scorches the man with its blazing flame. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, fueling Narrah's fury. The smell of death is filling her nostrils and it's inciting her power to do more. Destruction is an understatement for what she is capable and she will endow what the man deserves. Immense power overcome her senses as she triumphs over the man's near death

I used it to open the chip. "I'm not going back to the start," I whispered. "I'm deleting the book." I slammed the chip into the Narrator-bot’s foot. A massive wave of blue static crawled up his body. The bot froze, his eyes turning into "Error" signs. But the street was still folding. The world was becoming a tiny, crushed ball of paper. We burst through the lab doors and into the flames. In the center of the fire, I saw a man. He wasn't a wolf or a machine. He was my father. He was holding a real, paper notebook. He looked at me and smiled.

Making anyone who heard it must have cringed in fear. “Whoa, whoa,” said someone who had been waiting in the room. The man, meanwhile, looked furious and his eyes were filled with anger. “What do you want?” “You just arrived,” said the interlocutor, a woman in a graceful knee-length red dress. Her cleavage looked seductive and the scent she wore was intoxicating. Even the way she approached and stroked his chest. To the man who seemed to be growling in annoyance and his breath was coming in impatient gasps.

No one in their right mind would ever choose to sit with him over me, yet here’s my wife doing the complete opposite—without a single trace of regret in her eyes. I knew that no matter how much I insisted that she come with me, she wouldn’t, so I had to just go with a threat. "What’s your name?" I asked the man, who seemed very scared. I couldn’t believe this loser made her laugh more than I did. He bit his lip before responding, "Justin Roy." Even his name screams loser. I wonder what’s with him that makes her want to sit back with him. "Justin Roy you’re fired," I said. Now I know that will get her to come with me.

I bet you my life that prince Cornelius can't handle me. He grabs my handcuffs and begins to drag me up the stairs as Vincent follows with Tommy, not taking his eyes off Jason until the trap door is shut. They push the front desk over the trap door, like the sick people they are, ensuring that Jason has no way of following us any time soon. "So this was your dumbass plan, it's never gonna work you know.'' As they lead us down the dark alleyway in the direction of the pub. " is that so honey, as I recall it you're the one in handcuffs and don't even bother with your powers, the handcuffs cut off your energy so they won't work." I try just for good measure but the handcuffs don't allow any fir

That is the only way I can describe how my body felt, as it was confused about it before everything went black around me. My eyes flutter slowly open and I squint, looking at the large white room which is so sterile and white it's giving me a headache and makes me want to vomit. My hand feels heavy. I try to move it but there's something stopping it from cooperating. There's a heavy feeling at the side of my leg. I tried to move it but couldn't. I looked down and there was an angel asleep on the bed. Not an angel but a devil, Daniel. Snoring lightly, his hand gripping mine tightly. I tried to move but a sharp pain ran through my head and I almost screamed, jolting Daniel from his peaceful sl

he moaned am feeling moan strong and now I can also hear his thoughts which he quickly block "I don't want you spying on my thoughts" "that's not fair" "nothing is fair my dear" kissing me "now, where were we" he didn't bother thinking anyone can barge in on us "let me give you one of my birthdays presents" his skin was touching mine and my body was burning up with desires he has suggested we should always sleep naked when we sleep cause according to him, my body turns him on in the middle of the night and he loves to feel that, most of the night his dick in my pussy always wakes me up with me moaning out his name

No matter how beautiful and capable one was , it was impossible to become famous without the right resources. Hello everyone. sorry for the late update. I am in my exam week so I usually set an auto release, I didn't notice yesterday's chapter didn't upload. Sorry if you expected an update and was disappointed in the end. Will compensate you with two chapters today. Please keep supporting "Her Man."

I couldn't stand it anymore. At the edge of my consciousness, I saw a man walking through the flames. I couldn't see his face, but he wore a long robe with long flowing curls. His every step brought destruction to everything he passed through. The fire could not burn him. People were dying. People screamed in fear. The man was a demon. He was the most horrible creature I had ever met.

“Sin Jon has been murdered and his body set on fire in his hotel room, for which reason the siren blew. His bodyguards are nowhere to be seen and everyone thinks that you did it,” the secretary explained to the masked man on the phone. “Meet me in his room,” the robotic voice sounded before the line died. When he got to the hotel room where the fire team was putting out the fire, the robotic voice sounded, “Stop!” Hearing a robotic voice, the firemen froze instantly. They had heard about the masked man as well and seeing him close made them shudder.