Scorching Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Then scorched earth crashed in. Rex's pheromones hunted out from the corridor, barreling through the space between lily-of-the-valley and old paper. The char of wildfire. The bitterness of pine resin. The crack of superheated stone. It didn't probe. Didn't entwine. It swallowed. Old paper held its ground. Scorched earth wouldn't pull back. The three scents twisted into a garrote in the air, cinching around my throat, tighter with every breath. Every inhalation I took was laced with three flavors. The acrid dryness of cold paper. The choking burn of wildfire. The feral sweetness of lily-of-the-valley run amok. They fought inside my lungs.

A scent drifted on the wind - crushed violets and scorched amber. I turned. Squinted. Breath caught. “What the hell…”

After the call ended, Jennifer grabbed Gavin by the ear. "Who's taming who, huh?" Gavin, brimming with excitement, lifted her in his arms for a big hug and a kiss. They were oblivious to what Jennifer would do to him on the day they would have nothing left to fight with. Outside, the heat kept climbing, and the TV news was all about the scorching temperatures, non-stop. So far, it counted how many people got burned by the brutal sun, and how many died from the heat.

Chapter 22 THAT SAME DAY. New York. *Chloe* I locked the front door and made to entered my car to leave. Going out for work. I need to write some new articles and stories. Am a journalist(just a quick reminder). When I drove out, at the same time, a car drove towards mine an blocked me. I groaned. Not this morning again!, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face.

He answered the call and said, "Hey, Scorpion. Well, the fact that you're calling me means that you want something from me. I would have said it means you were injured, but you wouldn't be able to speak, which means that your boyfriend is the one injured, am I wrong?" "You want me dead, don't you?" she asked him. Stok laughed, "Of course not! Why would I want you dead? Listen, Scorpion, I want something else, and I'm guessing your boyfriend doesn't have much time left."

Solana walked around the town, the sign says that it is Scorch Hills. She doesn't know where to find this Kala Chase, she'd have to ask around which already gives her anxiety because she was never good at socializing with people. It was morning yet there are people who drink alcoholic beverages in broad daylight, what are they, some idiots? Solana cannot take the smell, her senses are all heightened and it makes her sensitive towards the things she hears and smells.

“She is enchanted.” Geoff followed his gaze, then grinned. “That’s just an ad. They’re trying to make you want soda.” “A siren’s song,” Keenan decided, nodding gravely. “But for your mouth.” Geoff lost it then, laughing so hard he bent double. Keenan frowned at him, completely serious. “I hope not. You are my only guide.” The scent hit Keenan before he even saw the stalls. Smoke curled from metal boxes lined along the sidewalk, where vendors turned sticks of sizzling meat over open flames.

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."