Shot Down In The Blaze Of Glory Novels & Stories

Bullets smacked the water as we tore away, spray soaking us. Flames turned Pier 19 into hell behind us, the skyline lit orange. Thomas laughed, coughing smoke. “Holy shit. We did it.” I didn’t answer. My eyes stayed locked on the burning pier. Because in the fire, I didn’t just see victory. I saw Sicily’s smile. And I knew this was only Act One. A/N: AND THIS IS THE END OF IT.... AND IF I SORT OF GET REQUEST TO CREATE THE HIDDEN RIVAL II THEN I DEFINITELY WOULD.... HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE STORY CHECK OUT MY NEW BOOK ... MARRIED TO THE DEVILS SON 😉.

"Uhm, I heard you went to the harbor yourself to find the Zimmers to get the gunpowder back?" "Yes." "Stupid, is there a simpler way to get approval and support from the Zimmers that you don't do, go and confront them. How about shooting?" Olive loudly. "Yes, but it was Martin who put aphrodisiacs in my wine at the party... the shooter was also Gary." Liam lost his patience to answer. "I've taught you so many years, I didn't expect you to be so stupid! Martin brought Sharon to the door, not so that we could take advantage of the Zimmers' weakness but take advantage of many benefits. than for the Vineyard Corporation? You destroyed it all."

There perched inviolate the eagle's nest housing tender shoots; there flamed undying beacon consecrated by love's leap of faith naught could shake. And before harsher mercies required walking, we stole transcendent glimpse forever engraving magnificent glory glimpsed in beloved's stare mirroring the sublime. Two souls defeating despair hand in hand awaited victorious ever after.

Top Comments: *“I’ll catch you, Charles. Just say the word.” “Fall. I’ll build the net.” “You don’t need to climb alone, my love.” “I volunteer as tribute to catch you. In heels. Blindfolded.” “This is art. This is pain. This is Charles Adam.” “You’re not alone. We’re all here. Always.” “Fall. Crash. Burn. I’ll still be here.” “Even your boots are poetic. How???” “This caption is giving tortured romantic hero, and I’m here for it.”

“Pride isn’t about never falling. It’s about rising after the fall. Make me proud, sorellina.” Elena screamed through her tears. “No!” But his hand guided hers toward the emergency override — her finger trembling on the trigger. The lights exploded in white.

Shockwaves ricochet through my skin as I stared at the dead man, a smile tugging on the corner of my lips at the euphoric feeling that formed at the base of my spine and then traveled all around my skin. Raising the flare gun I held onto the sky, I let off a shot and watched the beautiful flame try to kiss the darkened sky. It was to signal that the hunt was over. I stared at it until the red flame sparked, then faded into oblivion. I was getting closer to my crown, and no one was going to stop me. *******

That is the real game of love. “Expect to be injured and injure at the same time. But don’t expect a free ride.” All these thoughts flooded my mind and I found myself lifting my glass of soft drink and sipping air instead of the drink. Sammy noticed it and joked instantly. “Madam you sip but your drink is just the same.” I felt a shamed as I realized for the first time that I had not drank my soda even an inch. However, I managed to conceal my disappoint with a smile. I bowed my head down as if to screen something then I heard a groan.

I muttered pulling my duvet over my head. "Goodnight my sweet marvelous Chloe." God! I just want to drown or float! Caesar Banley, what are you doing to me? ....

I threw that cell phone in the basement, poured gasoline over it, and lit a match. In the blink of an eye, the basement went up in flames. As chaos erupted, I slipped into the shadows of the estate, vanishing into the dark woods beyond. As the fire burned, my cell phone started vibrating violently.

The world behind us was an inferno of violet and gold. As the jet roared into the sky, I watched through the reinforced glass as the Moretti Estate—the place of my nightmares and my rebirth—shrank into a glowing ember on the Tuscan horizon. Adrian had pressed the button, but Killian had been right. The fire didn't consume us; it seemed to bow to him, parting like a red sea as he carried me through the flames and into the waiting aircraft.