Shot Down In The Blaze Of Glory นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Wear me, or let the world burn. The pressure in the air solidified. The hunger had a name. I held the shard up to the moon. And the decision I made would either save us all… …or bury us in the dark.

God, I should get some award for self-control. ********************************* When the world drowns in darkness That’s when we both burn bright. Lying beside you, Letting your hands mapping every inch of my body, I am in pursuit of paradise. Do you feel my love in you? Setting your body on fire, I will melt in it like a candle. You are my night novel. When I am done with reading you, You are gonna come like a meteor shower. I wanna run my tongue where you can’t Making you beg,

“May your spirits find peace in her embrace, and may your sacrifice be honoured for all time.” After speaking the words, he put the torch to the base of the pyre, the flames catching instantly on the dry wood. A gasp went through the crowd as the fire began to consume the pyre and the smoke rose into the sky as the moonlight shone brightly. The crackling of the flames filled the silence.

He leaned against a brick chimney. "Look in a mirror." I walked toward him. Movement caught my eye. Jonathan. He was crawling toward the ledge. Not to jump. He was reaching for a fallen flare gun. "Jonathan, stop!" He didn't. He grabbed the flare. He pointed it not at us, but at the rooftop maintenance shed. "If I go... the legacy goes with me!" Jonathan pulled the trigger. The flare hit a stack of old paint thinners and solvent cans. BOOM. The shed erupted. Orange fire roared into the night sky, defying the rain. The heat hit my face, searing.

He let her shine, knowing that this moment was entirely hers. Arianna glowed like a living flame, the layers of her gown reflecting light and movement, as if she were rising from fire and ashes into her own power. In that instant, she became untouchable, radiant, and unstoppable—a phoenix born to rule the spotlight.

Heat scorched my skin. The flames raced toward us. Alexander wrapped his arms around me And the balcony gave way beneath our feet. We plunged downward into fire, smoke, and darkness

In a flash—quicker than the eye could follow—Thomas drew his gun and fired. Lightning split the sky, thunder crashing around them, drowning out the gunshot. The bullet tore through the helicopter's glass, striking Jamie. The aircraft, now uncontrolled, lurched violently in midair. Rain stung Sharon's face, icy and sharp, as lightning and thunder raged above. She watched in horror as Jamie's helicopter wobbled, then plummeted into the dark, churning sea, swallowed almost immediately by the waves, vanishing without a trace. Thomas watched silently, his face unreadable. His striking features were now shadowed by the stormy sky, radiating a fierce, dangerous energy.

The cool breeze drifted across the water, clearing away the heaviness in my chest. Ruby and I set up the tent while Mr. Hayes crouched nearby, starting the grill. Mrs. Hayes laid out marinated chicken wings and lamb skewers one by one. Smiling, she handed me an ice-cold can of Coke. "Here, Stella. Have something cold first." I took the soda, my fingers brushing against the chilled aluminum can. For some reason, my chest suddenly felt unbearably warm. This was what family was supposed to feel like. When Ruby asked me to take pictures for her, I finally remembered my phone was still off.

When I walked out of the doctor's office with my test results, the hospital's advertisement screen played the scene of Brandon proposing to me. Under a dazzling starry sky, deep blue fireworks lit up the night. He wore a white suit and kneeled in a rose garden, opening a box with a diamond ring inside. The scene was so beautiful that it looked like something straight out of a romance drama. I overheard some patients' family members chatting with a nurse. "I'm really so jealous of Ms. Pace. Meeting a man like Mr. Foster is the luck of eight lifetimes."