Pyretta Blaze Novels & Stories

Losers Group Chat : Luke: Any luck yet, bro? Laura: Luke! Let him be, he’ll try it out when he’s ready! Blaze decided to respond Blaze: I tried it out now, we’ll just have to wait for Zara’s response. Luke: Understood. Laura: Got it! Good luck! Blaze: Talk to you guys soon. Blaze went downstairs to Alexa. “Oh! I was about to call you, can you hand me the salad dressing?”, Alexa asked Blaze.

She started walking again and stopped when she saw fire in the grassland. "Is this a wild fire?" Damon asked as he stood beside her. Mira froze when she looked at the ignited fire which burnt down the four feet grass. The flames were high. She gulped as that night flashed in front of her. Her body couldn't move and started sweating. Her vision blinked with darkness and light as she had flashbacks. Damon looked at her and frowned when he noticed changes in her behaviour. "Mira?" She flinched when she saw the shadow in the fire.

Brent was typing frantically, bleeding the stock dry pound by pound, executing my revenge with flawless precision. On the screen, Lyle stared at the tablet. The numbers were dropping so fast it was making him dizzy. His empire – the untouchable fortress he had spent a decade building – was being systematically, violently dismantled in real – time. He scrolled down the screen, his fingers shaking uncontrollably. I knew exactly what he was looking for. He wanted to see the name of the proxy firm that had initiated the kill shot. Sovereign Bloom Capital. Lyle’s breath caught in his throat. I watched his eyes widen in pure, unadulterated terror as the memory of my dark, merciless eyes at the gal

By mid-October, the halls of Drake Industries buzzed with preparations for the company's Winter Expansion Initiative, a massive campaign aimed at launching several new tech-forward service hubs across Southeast Asia. It was the kind of campaign Evelyn lived for with high stakes, high visibility, and the perfect opportunity to finally move from shadows to spotlight. Except this one came with Genevieve's fingerprints all over it. "She's co-heading the campaign?" Evelyn said, eyes narrowing at the memo. "Apparently," Linda muttered without looking up. "Per Alexander's orders."

But that could only be possible if he pick the damn phone and answer her call. Alethia paced to the window and stared out at the the dark smoke of clouds that were moving gently within the cluster of blue, white, and grey firmament. She wouldn't have pride herself as a good forecaster, but she had clear eyes to see what was going to happen anytime from then. And while she loved the rain, especially rainy nights, she was afraid that if it should rain that night, and Ethan wasn't back in the house by then, she might spend the night in one corner of her room, holding a pillow to herself and clutching it further each time a thunder clapped heavily.

The glass flew across the room, narrowly missing Zachary Reid's head and shattering against the wall in an explosion of crystal shards. For a second, the room stood still, frozen in shock at the violent outburst. Zachary barely blinked, remaining stoic as he felt the stray pieces brush against his cheek. " What the hell do you mean she hasn't come home?" Tris roared, his voice filled with venom. His face was flushed, his jaw clenched, and his fists were balled so tightly his knuckles had turned bone white.

Blaze glared at him. "How can I fucking calm down!? My mate is missing, for fuck's sake!" Blaze said. He breathed deeply, trying to control his raging beast that wanted to come out and ripped everyone to pieces. "Call Marco and Trevor," Blaze ordered. "You, Mason, Adrian, and Clarence will join me. We will find my mate, your Luna," he added. Caleb nodded his head and went out of the packhouse while Mason stood still with his head bowed. Blaze went inside of his room.