Novel & Cerita Photos Lies And Fire Novel

Golden light burst through the burning entrance, forming a protective barrier around Liam. Inside, shelves collapsed one after another. Ancient books turned to ash. Then... A loud explosion echoed from the forbidden archives. The fire was not ordinary. It burned blue. "Shadow Fire," Orion whispered. "It can’t be extinguished with water." The flames climbed higher. Then... A hooded figure emerged through the smoke. Only for a second. I caught a glimpse of silver eyes. The stranger noticed me watching. Without hesitation, they fled deeper into the academy. "There!" I shouted.

Before they could think or comprehend anything, the fire shone in the eyes of both Brothers, the real Fire. Someone who was secretly watching the plot, which she had written and edited, smirked devilishly and said, "Finally, Now the New Chapter of Your Life Begins, Mr. George Hemsworth." Her long, red-painted nails shone brightly in the moonlight, trampling over the hand of her victim. Her all-black attire, i.e., a black hoody, covered her properly.

A, my ex-mate, I relaxed and entered my room. Knowing Matt, he's expecting me to be the weak little girl that would be craving anyone's attention and love, then he will be sorely mistaken, I have grown stronger. I the purple flame to put him on pause. I heard him whimpering while he was frozen. I'm sure he is surprised, especially judging by the stupid questions he asks. "Why did you freeze? Aren't we mates? Shouldn't you be running in arms saying you love me?"

Although this graduation painting had not yet been completed, it was far superior to any of my previous works. The moment Willow saw the painting, her expression subtly shifted. I caught the flicker of greed and jealousy in her eyes. I looked around the room. In the next moment, I did something that left everyone completely flabbergasted. I pulled out a lighter and flicked it. Then, I brought the flame close to one corner of the canvas. "Cassidy! What are you doing?" Jess shouted sharply almost immediately. Needless to say, she was the first to react. The flame licked at the edge of the canvas and spread quickly. My masterpiece, the product of my passion and skill, burned down to ash before

I even dared to delete all the photos and memories that were left in my cellphone and laptop memory Ever since I burned down Delon's belongings, all I felt was a burning grudge. I swear this fire of revenge will continue to burn in my heart for Delon. The deeper I had the ambition to make a novel about werewolves, the stronger I desired to find more evidence about werewolves. I'm already numb

Charlotte stuck her tongue out awkwardly and replied, “That’s not necessary—” Before she could finish her sentence, Zachary had already thrown the lighter into the metal bucket. The moment the lighter touched the gasoline, a fire broke out, and the three photo books with more than 300 photos were reduced to ashes in a second. “Do you feel hurt now?”

Stupid heart. A book dropped to my desk and before I could speak, the culprit walked away in haste with Zayn. It was his chemistry book. Was he lending it to me? Or was he setting a trap? He might tell people that I stole it because I missed the class. Well, since he dropped it, I might as well look at it. I browsed through it, gradually getting to the topic we had learned that day. It was well-detailed, more than the previous notes.

The fire spread quickly, devouring everything in its path. Ayla walked out of the room, the flames chasing her footsteps. She coughed as smoke filled the house, but she didn’t stop. Ayla stepped into her father’s room, her body aching from the smoke and exhaustion. The fire raged behind her, flames creeping through the hallway like a beast closing in on its prey. The heat wrapped around her, suffocating and relentless, but she barely felt it. Her eyes locked on the nightstand, where a photo frame sat, miraculously untouched by the chaos. Her chest tightened as she walked over, her legs shaky like they might give out at any moment. She dropped to her knees, fingers trembling as she picked up

I struggle to lift my arm. I can feel his gaze on my back. I manage to lift the picture with great difficulty. I only begin to admire their smiling faces; a younger, happier me wedged between them when the heat from the flames begin to lick the paper. I watch as the picture begins to curl in on itself, turning darker and darker until I can no longer make out their faces. My face, just for a moment, so young and so free, smiles back at me. And then the flames consume me too. That young boy dies with them. I never let go of the picture, not even when the flames lick my fingertips. The heat is nice. I want to step into it, let it consume me. Burn away all the horrors that have been and will con

I sat at my desk, the air in the room suddenly feeling thin, and tore the seal. My heart stopped. I didn't expect what I saw. I expected business threats, not... her. It was a series of photos of Novel. In the first, her hands were drenched in crimson blood. In the second, she was mid-stride, her face a mask of rage as she strangled a man. The third was a knife to my heart, it showed her sniffing a line of white powder. The fourth showed her locked in a deep, passionate kiss with a stranger.