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LOVE IN THE CROSSFIRE Florence A.S Chapter 019: McCarthy v Rodrigo. Spencer was so shocked to find out that Bruno had been working with Mr Rodrigo feeding him information about his business and personal life. Spencer grabbed the gun and aimed at Bruno's head, Bruno begged for mercy and pleaded for his life shaking as the gun was facing in between his eyebrows, sweat dripping from his face, and a cool shiver down his spine. “what have I gotten myself into?” Bruno thought to himself.

I thought to myself as I captured everything with my phone’s camera, my heart racing. After finishing, I put all the documents back in place carefully, trying to replicate the precise order in which I had found them. My heart still pounded in my chest as I tried to stay calm and continue cleaning as if nothing had happened. The photos were safe on my phone, and now I had something concrete in hand. I could use it for revenge. I could finally achieve justice.

From the power within my soul, I hereby summon the relic of fireth. I was surprised because it was the same word as Sushi. So I turned to Sushi now who was still small and didn't even look at me. He was looking at Faris as if he was waiting for what was going to happen. I looked back at Faris because suddenly there was a big groove where he was standing. We were all alert. I saw that the lava boiled and gradually they floated as if alive. Faris reached for a piece of lava and I winced when I heard a sound that sounded like metal coming from a burning fire and placed it in water. If it was a normal person, I'm sure that his hand would have been pierced due to the heat.

For a moment, nothing happened. But then, like the splitting of atoms, the intense energy held within released its horrifying destruction. Not even Oliver could have imagined the power which had just been allowed to run free. It was like a miniature nuclear explosion, the way wave after wave of pressure and fire swept through the buildings. At each contact, paper and wood were shredded to the point of atoms and the granite which had stood for centuries, shattered into insignificant shards, and swept up into the growing tide. The dark night was broken with exploding, brilliant light and the previously cold, crisp air was now a fiery hot, blazing furnace. Every bit of matter was consumed and d

Prologue II: Pyre, 3113 Pyre Av 5, 3113 Stephan Caliphus, King Everything was on fire the night he finished the book in the back room of a borrowed house. He laid his glasses down on the desk in front of him and rubbed his tired eyes. The crackling of flames could be heard as the city burned all around them. The blood curdling screams of the men in the streets where they died was enough to make the blood of the fiercest warrior run cold, but he was a man of empathy and it hurt him more than it did the others.

She would have gone to that resort of finding him and figuring out what he did and didn't do to or for her and that thought alone makes me want to throttle her and shoot Alexei Fucking Novikov in the head. It's 10:35 am and I'm just getting ready to begin my drive to Chicago to have it out with Alexei about where my woman is, - and most likely shoot my way through an army if needs be - when my phone chimes with an unknown number. Unknown: Got quite the fighter on our hands. That's all it reads and then the photo of a scared Isabella pops up. The photo looks to be in a warehouse and my brain doesn't compute the pain she must be in, the bruises lining her beautiful face. The swelling and the b

*Last chapter! Yay! So someone is going to die. I know, spoiler much? Jsyk, I am crying way more than you are, if you do ಥ╭╮ಥ Listening to Before you go by Lewis Capaldi * * It was not easy at first. Having to pull men through tents and snap their heads, because there was a high possibility they would heal again. Yet he had to be thankful for the twins. Who psychotically, and happily set them on fire or drove Icicles through their head.

Ruby read and was belwirded by each and every word, and she turned the pages, reading and processing every single word. After the Flames extinction, a prophecy was predicted that when the time is right. A Flame will rise from the ashes, A Hybrid, a flame and werewolf, born from a human bloodline. A Queen to both Witches and Werewolves. The Last Flame in existence shall rise and be reunited with her Ignis for they shall lead the wolves and the witches. Like a true King and Queen. She stopped reading and looked at the ceiling in amazement, "I am a freaking Queen?"

Her gaze drifted to the small, charred photograph Theo had shown her at the police station, the same one he had pulled from his bespoke suit with such chilling precision. She slowly reached out to it and touched the blackened, burnt and lcurled edges of the paper. The memory of the fire: the minute everything was peaceful, the minute everything was razing down, the suffocating heat, the orange roar of the flames, and the terrifying sensation of being carried through a wall of smoke flashed through her mind with a clarity that made her breath hitch.

If he’d bothered to glance up for even one second… I stood there, watching him through the glass. Only when the lighter’s flame began to sting my fingers did I finally let go. The fire caught quickly, licking up the gasoline-doused photos. The image of our smiling faces, my joyful one and his eyes full of me, flickered in the flames. They twisted into something unrecognisable and then turned to dark ashes. A sudden tightness in my chest made it hard to breathe. Watching the ashes disintegrate, my vision blurred with tears. ‘What are you burning?’ Cary finally realised something was up and came outside.