Out Of The Flames Book Novels & Stories

Lexie's POV I really was destined to be damned. I took a deep breath and looked at Brandon's dazed, lifeless expression. Then, I started laughing. He demanded to know what I was laughing at. I said, "This is our karma." He froze, then cried again. I watched him suffer without saying a word. Daniella had personally told me she didn't hate him. Daniella was a great person, but I wasn't. I wanted him to suffer for the rest of his life.

OLIVIA’S POV This was it. This was how it would end. The flames crackled hungrily all around me, licking the air with sharp, smoky tongues. The pain in my limbs had dulled into numbness, and the fire's heat pressed against my skin like invisible shackles. My lungs burned with every breath, and my body trembled—though from the fire, the fear, or the betrayal, I couldn’t tell anymore. Evelyn’s plan had worked perfectly.

“I wonder how you three would fare with multiple flames?” Suddenly, many small black Neither flames were approaching them from the mist. Wide-eyed, the three could only try to dodge the small flames attacking them within the mist, having them separate from themselves. This was Blake’s plan all along, divide and conquer. The three remaining men had successfully dodged the terrifying flames and were now lost in the mist, unable to see before them who would be approaching them.

William announced and took the ten best fighters along with him and hoped in their vehicles with weapons. ... There was the sound of an owl in the distance. The blazing sun became murked with the smoky clouds. The once calm sky appeared dense and turbulent with the deafening thunders. The smell of a bonfire danced in the air. Maahir is on the lawn while talking on the phone when three vehicles halted with a loud screech. Hearing the sound, his posture stiffened in a second. With furrowed brows, he turned around and scrutinized the surroundings. A tall man with a well-built body stepped out of the car.

A few minutes later we finally got out and the heat of the sun, sand, and cactuses that are higher than us and I can see their big and sharp thorns meet my eyes. I can breathe a sigh of relief because I can no longer smell the small amount of fuel. If we stay there longer, I won't be surprised if I end up coughing even if I don't have one. But I still thought I would suffocate, and I didn't think it was possible to catch fire because there was a slight smell of gasoline in there. Even if it's just gas and not the back, it's still flammable. "What's that road called?" I can't stop asking. In this world, even a path has a name.

she muttered, willing her hand to stop trembling. 'I’ll be seeing you soon' it said. Her breath caught and pressure seized her chest. It didn’t matter how many times she’d read the line. Each time her eyes crawled across those five words, she felt the burn in her throat, the building in the back of her mouth. She wanted to scream, and she never screamed. Placing the letter beside the flower vase on the table, she then stood on weak legs. Her fingers icy and numb, she walked across the living room to the window. Could he be out there right this second, watching her?

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Caelan POV Flames Everything was engulfed in flames. I gasped, looking at the fire burning fiercely before me. I had no idea where I was, but I knew I needed to escape. A feeling of dread ran through me. I tried to move, but I couldn't. It was as if something was holding me down that wouldn't let me go. Yet the flames came closer. I could feel the heat. Smell the doom. Suddenly, in the midst of the fire, I saw a figure. A girl. She walked out of it.

The next shot rings out. Control snapped as always sending heat coursing through my blood. The pain always feels so real. Flames leap across my vision. The ground below me turning to ash. The tree turned to char as the flames dance across the branches. Swallowing it whole. The swing falls and crumbles. Seeing the house begin to burn, the flowers long gone, the fire blazes around me, and my world goes black. Pain is the strongest reminder I was there. I open my eyes and look at my surroundings. Ashe covers the metal in black smudges. Yeah, I’m home. Letting my breathing return to normal I reach out and unlock the handle and push on the iron door.

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -