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Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

“Well, he can’t protect you now.” They both turned. Siana was pointing a gun directly at them. “Because I’m going to kill you.” Lisa slowly moved in front of Jack, shielding him. “If you wanted Louis so badly, why did you leak those pictures?” She asked suddenly. Siana frowned slightly. “If those pictures hadn’t leaked, he wouldn’t have married me. Why create that scandal?” Siana looked confused. “You did that,” She accused. “You leaked those pictures so you could marry him. Stop lying.”

ALLYS POV "Okay! This is good, Mr. Mondragon is one of the famous businessmen and also known as a great engineer. And his fiancee is the only heir of the Cuevas. Fix your shots ha, boys!" I heard a gay man order the people who would take pictures of us. Leon and I immediately stood in front of them and I prepared my smile but I stopped when I felt his big and rough hand slide down my waist. I looked at him in surprise and saw that his eyes were seriously looking at the camera.

The burner hummed like an insect. And then, because strategy needs theater sometimes and because the world she’d built required attendance, she put the burner in its drawer and slid the photos into a small bonfire of things that no one could later read. She watched them go black and curl at the edges — evidence dissolving into smoke in a pan that smelled faintly of lemon and guilt. She kept her face still while Vince and Marco stood with their chins set like guards and toasted the ashes with coffee that tasted no different for the sacrament.

It flew out of the Gates of Hell and out of Caspian's sea of consciousness and came to him. Caspian was stunned by the fire. Didn't the one behind the Gates of Hell say he was leaving? What was going on? Did he just leave and come back? Or was this something left for Caspian? After thinking for a while, Caspian raised his hand and grabbed the fire. The phosphorus seemed to have sensed something. The moment Caspian raised his hand, it suddenly rushed forward and directly shot into the space between Caspian's eyebrows and disappeared instantly.

and not from the smoke. Lani opened her eyes with Scar mirroring her. Both of his hands were now placed on her waist whilst the cigarette that created such a precious moment between the two burned to death on the ground. The sky spat light rain at the pair and all the men and woman outside the bar, it wasn't cold - not for Scar and Lani.

Why do you want to know about the night of the fire? ‘Its actually not for me, ’she said, amazed once more how easily a lie could roll off of her lips. ’Its for a friend of mine, I’m helping her with a project. She has taken an interest in the fire and believes it pertains to the article she’s writing.’ She glanced up, and saw Eli roll his eyes, while a sardonic grin played at his lips. Great Faye, she thought, now you’re lying to a man of the cloth. That had to be worth another 100 years in hell.

Suddenly, I felt an urge to laugh out loud. It seemed as though I had greatly misunderstood my deskmate. He was behaving differently from how I'd imagined. I think someone once told me that once a girl got curious about a guy, it meant she was about to fall in love with him very soon. And, a goody-two-shoes like me had never met a guy like him. He had piqued my curiosity. Once, my phone had run out of battery, so I borrowed his phone to make a call. I had then accidentally opened up his gallery and saw that it was filled to the brim with porn videos.

Returning to the room, I splashed the lighter fluid over the walls just before lighting it on fire. Stepping out of the room, I watched as flames engulfed every picture. Snapping a photo, I sent it to Kellan and told him I was on my way back and he had a fire to put out next to Azura’s house. Taking another second to watch the fire, I turned to leave and wasted no time returning home.

A column of flames shot into the air. The fire burned everything away. … The AI-written tragedy had finally come to an end. Truth be told, I still didn't understand how I was rewarded by that eerie countdown and voice. There was no earth-shattering change. I didn't acquire a superpower. I also wasn't transported to a different world. When I regained consciousness and opened my eyes again, I realized that my "story" had been recorded in the novel that was open on my phone, sparing no details. I shared the same name as the male lead of the novel—Connor Graham.