Oh Tidak Tergambar Hati Yang Terbakar Novels & Stories

he read aloud as he traced the stamp with his index finger. I sat there helpless as he took the book back and checked it out with the librarian. I just sat there. Then, the second stanza started coming back to me, “It's the fire that fuels your soul, Your passion, your heart, your goal. Let it shine bright, let it shine far, And light the way, near and far.” I knew not what fuelled his jealousy and unnecessary hate, but I focused on it that day and it was the fuel for what I did that day.

, Rebel did this just to irritate him, he had gone overboard this time despite Siddharth’s strict warning No matter how much it's laced with hatred, love can't be this cruel.. or can it? All Hearts !!

“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!!!”

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.

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.

My face was blank even though my heart was squeezed at such before me. Most were okay but there were those that had been burned. Their skin was healing itself, all sorts of colors, dried blood on clothes. Children were crying, all looking as if they just went through the fires of hell but surely they had. Surely they had been toasted as if burning for their sins, but they were, yet that was a story for another day. It was heartbreaking, that was the main point. It was cruel and evil. My head bent down, showing no emotions, whatsoever.

I closed my eyes, the pain in my chest twisting into something darker. Love had turned to hatred. And I was ready to burn everything to the ground.