Novel & Cerita We Lost In The Fire Bastille

The litter is lowered gently to the ground, and Brixtius steps out and starts walking towards the colossal portico. I'm annoyed I am dressed up and dragged to this "party," and the person who I'm accompanying can't even wait for me to step out of the litter! And then I remember something: Chivalry has not been invented yet. I roll my eyes, as I'm struggling to stand because of the constriction of movement caused by my robe. A hand appears in front of me, and I desperately grab it like a lifeline. The hand is rough and callused but strong and pulls me up.

“No. Bastien, no. Come on, I’ll do anything.” I dropped the match on the top of the rope, and instantly, the flames broke out and sped down the fibers toward Oscar. The blaze was ravenous for fuel, charring the rope. The second the fire hit his boots, he screamed, and then the fire engulfed the rest of him. His earsplitting screams reached all of Paris, begging for it to end even though there was no going back now. He burned alive as he hung from Notre-Dame, a fire in the City of Light, a bonfire of treason and betrayal.

"I lost my unit in the first few days after The Burning, " Ben said, his voice barely above a whisper. I looked up at him, surprised. He never talked about his past. Not ever. "We were stationed near the coast when the first fires hit. Everything went to hell so fast. One minute we were evacuating civilians, the next..."

Basille roared, sending a blast of fire up at Ruben as he quickly scrambled back before disappearing in a cloud of red dust. Ruben had to flinch away from the flames and when he looked back Basille was gone. He looked up and couldn’t see him anywhere on the battle square. He frowned in loathing. “I didn’t realise we could leave the battle area!” He yelled out with contempt. “No one has left…” A great roar sounded above him.

“Did either of them survive?” Eddie shook his head. “I’m sorry, milady. None survive. They were burned while sleeping in their cottages; they didn't stand a chance with the great inferno. They were badly outnumbered, but the others fought courageously to the end. Their actions brought great honor to the survivor. To me and Celestina. My apology milady.” The young boy sob, narrating his side of the story. While Celestina bowed her head, drying her tears with the edge of her little sleeping dress.

He took a slow puff, eyes half-closed, listening to the news anchor’s voice coming from the small TV on the shelf. “Crimson Barrel wine lounge was engulfed in flames last night. Authorities say the fire broke out around 10 last night. Firefighters rushed to the scene, but most of the building has been destroyed.” Zagaff smiled at that news, he had known the place, and the one who owns it. He tapped the cigar gently on the ashtray, letting the ashes fall. “So… it begins,” he muttered to himself. He already knew Victor was behind it. Who else would dare? Victor always struck fast, and always with a reason. But Zagaff didn’t care about their war. In fact, he liked it.

Flames engulfed the building in an instant, lighting up the Chicago sky like fireworks. The screams of the men inside reached my ears. The crackle of fire filled the air. The Château Beaumont was nothing more than a pile of fire and rubble and smoke. "A dead man can’t do anything." I whispered to myself. Then I walked away, never looking back again. It was indeed goodbye.

Faris swings the door open and leaves with several men following behind him. "We need to get out of here now," I say to the sisters. "We need to get Willow. "But Celeste..." Petra begins. "She has made her decision," I say sadly. Suddenly, a torch flies through one of the bar's windows, lighting the floor on fire. The bar patrons begin to shout at one another and shove for the door. Another torch flies through the window, and flames engulf the front door. There is no way out. Celeste runs from the back and looks at her bar in flames. “Everyone,” she yells over the crackling of the fire. “Out the back door.”

Louis picked up the agreement that Logan had thrown on the ground. Borrowing a lighter from Franklin, he set it on fire in front of Colette and Yvette. Yvette watched Logan and Nicole leave without turning around. The agreement continued to burn, and all her hopes crumbled. "Colette, it's all your fault—you jinx. I'm ruined because of you!" she shouted. Charging at Colette, the two quickly started fighting. Amused, Louis casually pulled out his phone, recording the fight.

One of our caporegimes ran over, his face covered in soot. “They came with ten men. Blew up the main door and set the stock on fire. We neutralized six, but four escaped. We lost five of our own.” Liora, still squeezed between Luther and me, watched everything with wide eyes. Her body trembled against mine. I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. “Stay calm,” I murmured. “They won’t get near you.” Luther got out and walked toward the burning wreckage, his eyes cold with rage. He kicked a twisted piece of metal on the ground.