Man On Fire Real Story Novels & Stories

By chance, Fate, or just the divine intervention of Zeus, I ended up with this incredible man who is hot, great in bed, and so damn sweet. I still don’t know how, in the thousands of men that live in NYC, after only finding assholes, I found such a keeper. And trust me, I know all about the assholes that live in NYC. Between the assholes I met in college, like Alden Zachery Greenwood the Fourth. Insert snort and eye roll here. And massive line-crossing creeps like Trevor Hildebrant. I am beyond lucky to have Clay.

he asked himself but someone from behind gave him the answer. " He is Gustav Moretti, the only son of the man your mother married and the next leader of the Russian Mafia. " Ramon's eyes snapped open, when he heard the loud boom, from the rare view mirror of his car he saw the second floor of the hospital burning into flames. The fire reflected in his eyes and looked down again at the woman. Who is so peaceful and oblivious in his arms. She has no idea, that the fire Ramon Moretti ignited, did not only burn a building, but he burned her mere existence on earth.

The knocked on the door from the outside cut Clever off from what he was going to say, the man couldn't believe that after the kissed he will told to leave like that as if nothing had happened. "That's not locked, Mom," the man said and sat down on the side of the bed. "What's the matter with him covered with a blanket?" Mother asked worriedly, the man shook his head because he did not know what was happening to Jace too. "All right, you can come out and I'll take care of him first," Clever did not want to leave but he had to meet with his people, until now they were still looking for the perpetrator of the fire in the man's former apartment.

I thought of every decision that had led me here. And I realized something: I wasn’t just surviving anymore. I was shaping the narrative. I was reclaiming control. The phone buzzed. Ethan’s name flashed across the screen. “I saw the coverage,” he said when I answered. “You were… incredible.” I allowed a small smile. “We were incredible. The NBI did most of the heavy lifting.” “No,” he said firmly. “You guided it. You orchestrated it. You didn’t just expose Marcus Delgado—you rewrote the rules. People will remember this.”

"It's you! You saved my husband!" Before I could finish, the woman in front of me shouted, almost bouncing as she waved her hands. Farther back, a man walked over with two children holding his hands. "Do you remember me? If you hadn't insisted there were still people alive in that fire, my husband would have died!" She grabbed my hands, crying as she spoke. My memories returned to me. Only now did I remember that the entire incident had happened one year ago. One month after Grant had been sent to prison, a fire had broken out.

A common paranoia for the rich and powerful, I suppose. I had to pretend I didn't notice. I went about my days as normally as I could—walks to the market, sitting in the sun, sleeping. I spent that entire year walking on eggshells. After a year, the man disappeared. I suppose Alistair was finally convinced. For the next two years, I lived in silence. I volunteered at the local library, a quiet, pitiable mute whom the townspeople treated with a polite, friendly distance. Then, on the third New Year's Eve, a famous true-crime podcaster came to town. He set up in the coffee shop, his suspenseful, horrifying stories drawing a crowd every night.

It's not even bright outside. He walks into the club, more like bounce. He gets into the club and a few minutes later people start to run out of the building including the man, He walks out of the building. Now I understand, he didn't run out cause he already knows what is about to happen. He looks up at the cctv for a second before leaving the scene, a few seconds later, the building goes up in Flames. Rage builds in my blood at the sight. This is one stupid stunt and when I get my hands on the people responsible for this, they would wish they never had cross me. "The same thing happened in the second video" Tiana mentions as she turns the screen over to her front and types fasts on the key

They caught my trembling hands curled inside his. They caught the way he leaned close when I coughed, his composure slipping for half a second before he forced it back into place. By morning, the world would have a thousand versions of this story. Some would call him heroic. Some would call us tragic. Some would say the fire had transformed our engagement into the greatest romance story in the country. The billionaire who ran through flames for his showgirl queen. It sounded beautiful. It sounded perfect. It sounded nothing like the truth. Because the truth was messier.

But three people in that room witnessed the scary scene which was enough to choke air out of their lungs. Manik threw that file away after the second lighter fell upon it, he started panting heavily seeing the fire in front of him. He started sweating more with each passing second, he couldn't care less about his stern image infront of his employees because all he could see was fire in front of his eyes. Though he had tried to overcome his fear for fire over the years but he couldn't achieved that milestone. All he could see was burning of the pages in that fire, before papers could turned into ashes they were wet due to water poured on them from above fire alarms. Fire indeed stopped in a m

It was like a monster with its mask torn away. The truth was finally exposed. The fire three years ago was not an accident. It was a man-made disaster, engineered to destroy evidence, conceal pollution, and silence witnesses. I, the photographer who just happened to be there, filming from above, became the ‘variable’ that had to be erased. The fire did not take my life. However, it took my sight away. Also, it took what they thought had been completely destroyed—the evidence.