Novel & Cerita Tears, Lies, And A Heart Of Fire

Her eyes were already filled with tears, each burning drop slowly rolled down her cheek, then shattered into hundreds of thousands of tiny pieces. In her eyes gradually burned a kind of emotion, like lava, burning to the extreme. It was like a pan of oil that was boiling hot. Her tears gradually stopped falling, not flying down. Now, only a patch of fog remained where the waves of the eyes glittered. There was a fierce determination in Oralie's eyes.

I watch her unravel, spewing venom while her eyes fill with tears of… dread? It doesn’t make any sense. “Was it just sex to you?” “I was in heat! I barely knew what I was… wanting until it was… until you–” Tears glisten along her lower lashes. “I’m so sorry. I should have never led you believe that I could–that I wanted–” “Don’t lie to me.” “I’m not lying!” She is lying. I can taste the lie. Feel it in my bones. “Then why are you doing this?”

We just stand there for a second, staring into the red heart of the coals. I stretch my hand out over the grate, my fingers trembling. “Everything they built,” I whisper, my chest heaving. “Every single lie they told me since I was a kid. It ends right here.” I let go. The chip drops straight into the white-hot center. It sits there for a split second, then the plastic starts to bubble, curling up like a dead leaf, the green paint blackening and catching fire until there’s nothing left but a tiny smear of grey ash disappearing into the smoke.

Through the rearview mirror, her figure grew smaller and smaller. At first, she hurried away in quick little steps. Then she broke into a run, her high heels striking the pavement faster and faster. Only then did my composure finally shatter. Covering my face, I let the tears spill through my fingers. The direction Delilah was running was the exact opposite of the road that led home. The path that was supposed to lead us to happiness had ultimately fallen apart because of betrayal.

Chapter Thirty nine: Lost on the run “My snow man and me, hey My snow man and me, hey hey hey Baby Don't cry snowman. Don't you fear the sun. Who would carry me without legs to run honey Without legs to run honey.” ~Snowman by sia~ Phoebe's POV I woke up feeling like shit. My eyes were swollen with dark circles under them. Seth's words still echoed in my head. He reminded me of why I hated him. He was a fuckboy and my enemy.

Tears soaked the bedsheets as hatred surged inside me. Later that night, after the anesthesia wore off, the phantom pain hit. Nothing could have prepared me for it. It nearly broke me. Sweat drenched my entire body. I gritted my teeth and endured it, staring blankly at the wall in front of me. For one terrifying moment, I even wanted to die. "Well, look who's awake." A familiar voice suddenly rang out, and I looked up in a daze. Chase pushed open the door and walked in. He looked me over, shaking his head as though he pitied me, but the gloating in his voice was impossible to hide.

Rain’s POV A single tear slipped down my cheek as I paced inside my bedroom. The plan was working so far but the price of success was very high. Inside the mansion I have used my magical powers to build a bond with each person living here. I knew the moment death happened in the dungeon. I also knew who the murders are and where they are. The evil fae prince had just freed Crissy and walked back inside the mansion. He is making his way upstairs to appear innocent of the crimes he has committed. Anger and hatred boiled inside me and swirled in my soul along with sadness at the loss of Kit and Hart. I stopped pacing, knowing it was almost time to get myself kidnapped. I missed my mate so much.

The fire roars to life, leaping out of the hearth in an explosive burst. The fire surges forward, engulfing my hands, but I do not flinch. The searing heat licks at my skin. Yet, my face remains stoic, locked onto the inferno before me. I allow the flames to caress my skin for the heat is a mere whisper against my form. A single tear, born from the depths of anguish, forms at the corner of my eye. Slowly, the tear traces a path down my chiselled cheek and I wipe it before it falls down. “Ozar,” Kaine says behind me.

Chapter Two Ava’s POV The house was eerily quiet, except for the soft rustling of my hands as I packed away the last remnants of my past. I stood in Lily’s bedroom, my fingers tracing over the framed picture of my little girl. Her bright smile was frozen in time, her eyes full of the happiness she had always carried. My chest ached, but I couldn’t cry anymore—there were no tears left. No more pain to wipe on. Slowly, I removed the picture from the wall, placing it gently inside the bag I had set aside. The bag was meant for burning. I didn't want to see anymore of it that will bring pain towards me.

“Selena, fight it. For me. For us.” Tears scorched my cheeks as the shard hissed with fury, striking at my heart with visions of loss so vivid I could taste the ashes. I wanted to fight, but every heartbeat made it clearer—the shard would not be denied. It would claim what it was owed, and if I resisted any longer, it would take the choice from me. My hands shook, flames lashing higher, until even the sky above the battlefield seemed to flicker with firelight.