Oh Tidak Tergambar Hati Yang Terbakar Novels & Stories

“You’re still going to fall for her lies? She’s threatening to kill herself because she knows you care about her. I can bet my entire savings that she’d never jump!” As I watched their complicated expressions, I smiled. “Final countdown: three, two, one…” I spread my arms and fell back without hesitation. The howling wind filled my ears, along with hysterical screams. “No!!!”

I wanted the image to burn. She doesn't deserve to be happy and this is just the beginning of my revenge. Oh poor Bryan, your heart is going to be broken seeing that picture.

“You think I’m going to relieve you from this just because you decided to throw a tantrum that your beloved brother chose someone else over you?” His eyes blazed. “Feel it,” he growled. “Feel this pain. The same goddamn ache I’ve lived with for YEARS! You think you’re burning now, Noora Veneitte?” He leaned closer, lips barely brushing hers. “You don’t know what it’s like… to BURN in silence.” Noora stared at him. Speechless. The hate. The hurt. The desire—all crashing in waves across his features. And yet… Somehow… It didn’t sting the way it should have.

Chapter 55 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… How could a heart ache when it no longer existed? I had become something unholy—flame-wreathed bone, a screaming soul bound in fire. When I snapped, I didn’t break—I burned. My rage flared hotter than the sun, a molten scream that cracked the earth open beneath my feet and pulled the sky down in a frenzy of tornados.

Fire burned through me with a numbing intensity, and a cry tore past my lips. Heat! Ivy and I were on heat! Fuck

I breathe, my voice shaking as I pull my hand back and stare at it. Blue fire wraps around my fingers now, calm and steady, like this is its natural state. Like this is how it has always wanted to exist. I do not feel a thing. No pain. No burn. No damage. How can something be on fire and not hurt. How can I be on fire and still be standing. My heart is racing so fast it feels like it might tear itself apart. My breath comes uneven as I press my back against the sink, staring at my reflection.

Her blood boiled hotter than fire. .

𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔. “𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒔? 𝑨 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆…”

My heart burned. "Leave it... Tell me, does it hurt anywhere?" his voice came, making my hand stop in the air. My eyes met his, making them burn with salty tears. Why was he making it so hard for me to hate him? I wanted to hate him so much that even his death wouldn't affect me, but even a scratch on him was making my heart ache.

END OF FLASHBACK Mrs Young, with the great eagle she had never gave up easily. The thought of Taylor disobeying her wishes made her even more furious. She gave out a heavily sigh, and walked into her two sons company, lost in her thoughts thinking of ways not to lose such influential business partners, It was almost like gambling with her life when ever she meant business.