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Caleb and Hela burn in hell, she thought to herself as the word left her mouth in a whisper, “Incendia.” The photograph caught fire and Caleb’s arm started to burn. The edge curled and shivered as the flames drank up the air and cherished. As she watched the dancing of the flames over, Eira’s chest felt a relief she hadn’t felt in a long while. She felt cruel and dark but it was nonetheless a good feeling. When she felt the photograph had burnt enough, she lazily let it drop into the toilet and with a flush it disappeared. “How did it feel?” Nate asked in an excited, rush tone.

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Mostly people said her hair looked like flames of fire. Miranda was not any less better looking than her sister. She had beautiful long dark hair that complimented her bright blue eyes. Her eyes were so clear that looking into them made one feel as if they could see Miranda's soul! Miranda had a pair of long beautiful slender legs that made her look like a super model.

Seeing the girl I love is sinking into the sea of ​​fire. “Do you know what is important?” The image of Violet smiling, she wears a light pink shirt, and a pair of small red shoes. "When the fire turns off and the whole world is in the dark , I don't go looking for fire, I look for you." "So you're the girl with the red shoes, leaving the small world to love only me, right?" “I'm sorry…I'm sorry…Vio…I can't protect you…” Louis cried, he slammed his hands on the ground until he was bleeding, he didn't expect that in just one day, he had just lost companion and has just lost the girl he loves.

I knew that picture had been taken but it was never printed and how Olivia came to have it in her hands was a mystery to me. Olivia examined it thoughtfully before looking at me again. “You know,” she said softly, “fire is fascinating.” I stood immediately. “Olivia, what are you doing?” She held the photograph over the flames. My pulse spiked. The last thing I needed was her burning both of us alive. “People think it destroys everything instantly.” Her gaze stayed on mine. “But it doesn’t. First it blackens the edges. Then it spreads slowly. Patiently.” The corner of the photograph caught fire. Orange light curled upward.

"They asked for it specifically. Wanted to see if the camera had caught anything useful—how the intruder got in, whether there was evidence of premeditation, anything that might help them understand what happened." He reached over and carefully took the photos from Killian, looking at them with eyes that had clearly seen them thousands of times before. "We told them the camera malfunctioned during the fire," he continued. "That the heat had corrupted the memory card and there was nothing salvageable. It was a lie—probably the biggest lie we've ever told. But we couldn't—" His voice cracked. "We couldn't let them see you like that. Couldn't let them take you away and study you like some kind

Pour what’s left over the mattress, the curtains, the shredded clothes. Then I pull the lighter from my coat pocket, i flick it once.and flames rose. I touch it to the edge of the sheet. Fire catches instantly, greedy, orange tongues licking up the fabric. I step back. Watching it spread. The mattress goes up fast, cheap foam, synthetic fibers. Black smoke billows toward the ceiling. The curtains catch next. Flames racing up the wall. I didn't run yet. I crouch again. Pick up the album. Ripped out two photos of the child, one from when she was small, smiling gap-toothed at the camera; the other from the beach, older, wind in her hair, looking so much like Damien it hurts.

I didn’t capture him perfectly. “Shall we go Jeoff?” I asked him innocently while deleting the picture I've taken because it is blurred. My hand moves because Jeoff shouted my name. I've already told you this guy is crazy, why don't you want to listen and believe me? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE

She thought of Seraphine’s eyes in the vault, of Darius’s warning, of the thousands of lives tangled in those pages. She closed her eyes. “We tell the truth,” she whispered. When she opened them again, Carson nodded. “Then we do it right.” He took her hand and together they began photographing each page scanning, archiving and creating a record that couldn’t be erased. It was methodical, almost ritualistic, as if each click of the camera was an act of absolution. When the last page was done, he struck the lighter and dropped it onto the original ledger. The fire caught instantly, racing across the pages like a living thing. They watched in silence as the ink turned to smoke and the smoke to

It was like a monster with its mask torn away. The truth was finally exposed. The fire three years ago was not an accident. It was a man-made disaster, engineered to destroy evidence, conceal pollution, and silence witnesses. I, the photographer who just happened to be there, filming from above, became the ‘variable’ that had to be erased. The fire did not take my life. However, it took my sight away. Also, it took what they thought had been completely destroyed—the evidence.