Novel & Cerita Nothing More Let Em Burn

In that moment, all the obsession and pain that had once haunted me seemed to slip away. After a long silence, I moved behind the door and spoke my last words to him. "Tucker, punishing yourself won't change anything. What we had is behind us now. It's time to let go of your past… and of me." An uneasy hush hung outside the door. Without warning, his low, hoarse voice broke through, heavy with suppressed pain. "Willow… if that's what you truly want, I'll respect your decision." His voice carried the weight of exhaustion and regret, as if he was finally coming to terms with the depth of my unwavering resolve.

No lines left to cross. Just fire. And whoever burned first.

He was going to feel the pain of loss, the same pain he had inflicted on so many of us. I watched as some of my men hurled more flaming bottles towards the burning building, ensuring the fire kept raging. “Make sure no one gets out alive,” I reiterated, my voice hard. “Whoever the fire doesn’t kill, you make damn sure they don’t breathe another breath.” ★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★ EMMELINE ★☆★☆★☆

Back in the car, every second was agony for Connor. His fists were clenched tight on his thighs, tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth. He stared unblinking at the crumbling building ahead. "Connor, relax. It'll be fine, don't worry," one of the guys said. "Yeah, there's no way it'll kill her. We've calculated everything," another said. But their voices didn't register. Connor couldn't even bring himself to speak. Then, all at once, he shot up and made for the burning building.

he said, eyes already gone dark. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Time stopped. Matteo yelled something. Lazaro’s finger curled. And I knew he was going to pull the trigger. To be continued... Chapter 38 – Burn Them All Amara The city burns. Flames eat through rooftops like hungry mouths, smoke veils the sky until the sun itself disappears. Sirens scream like dying violins. Bullets cut through air thick with the scent of gasoline, blood, and betrayal.

I smiled. “Then let’s burn their fucking world down.”

Let go of the what-ifs, the delusions of a second chance. What we had burned—bright and fierce, but far too short. Like a flame that lit up the dark for a moment… then vanished. And that… was the end of us. (The End)

Something permanent. And if that meant walking through fire? Then let the world burn. I wasn’t losing my son to silence again. Not this time.

A flame nolonger raging, but eternal. Still burning. Still theirs. Forever.

Let him fall. Then burn him.