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Suddenly, he caused a huge fire in his body. “Crap!” I ran towards Pyro and hugged him so tight, “Relax, Dearest. Relax. I’m okay. Look at me.” I cupped his cheek and said everything to make him look at me. “Dearest, it's me Fira. Look. I’m good. No pain. Promise!” I raised my hand and then held his hand, massaged it in a second. I was just curious why I could not feel the burning sensation even though he was flaming in fire at the moment. Maybe because of the symbol in my wrist?

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Six — “What the Fire Left Behind” The door clicked shut, and Evelyn stood frozen on the other side, her hand still gripping the handle like it might turn back time. Her breath left in shallow bursts, eyes stinging as the weight of what she'd just done pressed down on her chest. She hadn’t just shut him out. She had carved a line in fire between them—and for once, it didn’t make her feel powerful.

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Marco pressed his lips tightly, and his gaze flickered. Simon thumbed the safety off, his knuckles whitening. Upon hearing the click, Marco flinched. "What do you want me to say? Fucking psycho!" At the very moment the trigger was about to be pulled, he shouted hoarsely, "I really don't know where your fiancee is! She never contacted me!" He was gasping, panic flooding his voice as he met the murderous look in Simon's eyes. He hurried on, "The one who contacted me was that… crying one!"

Link brushed his fingers across my arm, slow and thoughtful. “I miss the wild fire in your eyes,” he murmured. “It’s not gone,” I said with a soft smile. “It’s just resting.” “I like resting,” he teased, leaning in to kiss my neck. “You like when I can’t walk the next day,” I replied, arching a brow. His laugh rumbled in my chest. “That too.” I leaned over and whispered against his mouth, “Soon. When the next full moon rises... I’ll show you just how much fire still burns in me.”

"The document only has two sets of fingerprints. One set belongs to Gina Forrest. The other belongs to Zack Neeman, Deputy Director of the city agency's office. As for Clara Ellis, the fingerprint match rate is zero." "In addition," the technician continued, pointing at the printer code embedded in the printout, "print tracking shows this document was printed today at 4:23 PM on Printer No. 3 in the city agency's office. "And at that time, Clara was attending a classified video conference at the state ethics commission. We have full surveillance footage to confirm it." The evidence was ironclad. The relatives in the private dining room now wished they could bury their heads in the floor. The

His free hand, trembling slightly, reached out, hovering inches from her waist. “Susie,” he repeated, the name feeling foreign, yet achingly right on his tongue. “Good boy.” Her hand slid from his forearm, up his bicep, her fingers digging gently into the muscle. “You know, I’ve been watching you, Jordan.” His breath hitched. “Watching me?” “Yes.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief, with something ancient and knowing. “You have a certain intensity about you. A fire.” Her gaze dropped, lingering on his crotch, then slowly rising back to his eyes. “A fire I haven’t seen in a very long time.”

I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength. After what felt like forever, no rescue came. Only Thomas’ mocking voice, saying, “So, what now, babe? All the nearest rescue teams ran. They’re pulling the fire brigade from the city. “Even then, it’ll be at least half an hour. Might as well… keep racing? “Go for it. We’re all waiting to watch you cross the finish line.”

“I will tell you once I found the CCTV footage that you need. Calil Heresy is indeed a challenger player in this mystery case. We’ll have to work closely on yours first.” It took almost an hour for Raverine to retrieve the CCTV footage on the day that Miss Nella Jeggins was last seen and captured dining in Raverine’s restaurant. Raverine showed the CCTV footage to Ember and they watched it closely. Raverine said once he paused the footage, “I know that woman she’s talking to.” Ember leaned in closer to examine the woman. “Who is she?”

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.