We Lost In The Fire Bastille Novels & Stories

In the seven years I was married to Leo, what did I actually gain? Neither he nor the son I nearly died to bring into this world cared about me. They both cared more about Maya Collins. In their hearts, I did not even rank above her cat. Just earlier, in that fire, I shielded Dominic and ended up pinned beneath a collapsing bookshelf. As the flames crept along the fabric of my clothes and burned into my skin, Leo–captain of the fire brigade–charged into the blaze despite his teammates trying to stop him. However, he did not even spare me a glance.

Step on it, Bastien. Bastien drove at full speed, followed by the convoy of trucks. He overtook car after car until they reached the airport and burst into the private hangar. —Where is she?! —The signal is moving. There!! Bastien saw a plane taking off. He ran toward it, only to be intercepted by Nick’s men. Gunfire broke out. Bastien and his men fought fiercely. After pushing through, Bastien sprinted with everything he had, but he couldn’t reach the plane. He collapsed to his knees, sobbing in despair. Lucca and Joel rushed to his side.

Chapter 7: Belle The horse neighed continuously as I rode it faster into the woods. My horse was far ahead of Gaston's. Last night was quite risky as we broke into the stable to steal Chester, the security alarm had gone off the moment we opened the door to escape. Some officers chased after us for a while but they gave up after they realized we weren't making a halt. I had stubbornly suggested we go ahead in search for papa that night though Gaston was against it he later agreed on the condition that he would come along with me and I readily cooperated.

As expected, the barrier appeared at the back of the guardian to block Bast, but then the hound used its claw to rip through the thick flames. “Impossible,” the guardian whispered. “How can you …” Bast finally clawed the barrier and got through it, letting him catch the old man’s leg between its razor teeth, causing the guardian to cry out in agony. Tristan grunted as his right hand had gotten burned, the side-effect of Bast’s claw ripping through the flames. But it never mattered anymore. He walked towards the phoenix, unsheathed his Sicari dagger, and stabbed its core. The bird’s screech pierced through Tristan’ ears as it died and fallen into ashes.

She stood on her balcony, air crisp, chest aching. “I don’t know how to fight someone like Leon,” she whispered. Atlas stepped beside her. “You don’t have to know. You just have to be willing.” She turned to face him. “He’ll come after us now. For real.” Atlas’s eyes hardened. “Let him.” Suddenly a deafening bang echoed from the street below. They rushed to the edge of the balcony. The café was on fire. Flames devoured the entrance. Smoke curled into the night sky.

“And what if we say no?” Marcella leaned in, her voice just above a whisper. “Then I burn everything down.” The threat lingered in the air like smoke. And for the first time since stepping into this room—Isabella realized they had walked straight into a trap. Paris, France – The Trap Springs Before anyone could react, the doors to the château slammed shut. Armed men emerged from the shadows, blocking every exit. Leo swore. “Of course.” Dante exhaled. “Now it feels like a real Marcella party.”

he asked, his voice laced with concern I nodded, my voice hoarse as I replied, "I'm fine. We need to get to Lucien. We can't leave him trapped in there." The warriors exchanged glances, their determination undeterred by the setback. With renewed vigor, we pushed forward, navigating through the debris and flames that threatened to consume us. Each step was a battle against the elements, the heat and smoke clawing at our senses. As we approached the mansion, the intensity of the fire grew, the flames dancing with a voracious hunger. The heat was suffocating, threatening to overwhelm us. But we pressed on, driven by a fierce determination to save our alpha's son.

he said to me once he had the maid on his back. “You go first,” I countered. I shook my head—refusing him. Tristan gritted his teeth in frustration. He grabbed my hand, gripped it tight, and yanked me along with him. “Stubborn,” he shouted. I could only let out a breath, resigned to his anger. The fire was roaring louder. The doorway had been completely swallowed by flames. There was no way out. “Wisa, die with me then,” Tristan said, looking sideways at me as we stood there.

I loathe it to my core, but it’s all for the greater good… I suppose. As my father revels in his perceived victory, I exchange a subtle glance with Bastien. It’s almost time, the moment we’ve been meticulously planning for. The room is charged with a silent anticipation, a prelude to the storm that’s about to break. Bastien’s eyes hold a message of trust and readiness. It united us in our purpose, bound by a shared desire to end my father’s reign. The mocking laughter of my father echoes in the room, but it will soon be silenced. We are ready to strike, to reclaim our lives and our freedom.

Kim trudged dejectedly behind them. The Vistolet looked around quickly, instinctively sniffed the air and grimaced. There were too many dead, and they purposefully pressed on the barricades no longer supported by people. There was very little time left before they broke through to the square. However, the inhabitants of the city had already crossed the bridge and were now running in a huge crowd somewhere towards the forest. Vic, the children, and the guard were the last ones who had not yet left the city, but they had already reached the gate opening and involuntarily all looked around together.