Wildfire Hannah Grace Audiobook Novels & Stories

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

(Hannah’s POV) The smell of burnt wood and ash still lingered in the air as I stepped over the caution tape. The building had been nothing more than a quiet corner bookstore—one I’d passed dozens of times without much thought. Now, it was a skeleton of charred beams and shattered glass. I swallowed hard. Standing here, in the middle of what was once a thriving business, made everything feel more real. This wasn’t just a story; it was someone’s life in ruins.

[Hannah] Hannah’s mouth hung open for a long moment after hearing Grace’s words. Her face was filled with shock and terror. Two seconds, three seconds, five seconds. She couldn’t respond because it felt like her brain had short-circuited while processing the sentence she’d just heard. Or maybe she had simply misheard it. “I’m sorry, could you repeat what you just said? I don’t think I’m focusing properly. I’m really sleepy,” she said, making up a long excuse out of denial.

As I watched the flames flicker, I felt a strange calm wash over me. Suddenly, the door burst open, and Sandra rushed in, wide-eyed with shock. Ignoring the searing heat, she lunged forward and snatched the burning photos with her bare hands. She beat at them frantically to smother the flames. Anxious, she demanded, "Why are you burning these things?" Sandra finally managed to put out the flames, but her hands were blistered from the heat. Her eyes filled with tears as she glared at me. "Fred, do you remember what these things meant to us? How could you burn them? I sent them to you because I thought…"

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter One The Collision The sun had barely crested over the ridge when Evelyn Grace Carter slammed the rusty barn door shut with the force of a woman at war with the world. Her boots, caked in the memory of last night’s rainfall, crunched over gravel as she marched across the yard, jaw set, heart pounding—not from the early morning chill, but from the letter now crumpled in her back pocket like an insult. Another overdue notice. Another threat. The ranch was bleeding money she didn’t have, and the banks were circling like wolves dressed in suits. Her father had died three months ago, and with him, the thin thread that had kept Carter Ranch out of foreclosure. Now

My insides burn, and I do not know what to blame anymore. Sleep, sweet pup. Dream, sweet pup. Words volley back and forth over my head, increasingly unfamiliar. Willow bark, cave cotton, aga spider. Finn’s steady, quick steps pause only for the creak of old metal and scrape of glass. Hana’s touch is everywhere, a freezing counterpoint to the burning. Water drips into my eyes, or from it, as if the Grayhead has reached up into me and taken control instead. It can bear the pain I can’t.

It felt as if it wanted to burn through my palms and enter me. ​I don't know what that embryo is, but every time it moves, a wave of intense pain ripples through my body. As I descended through the mountain forest, I realized my hearing had sharpened incredibly. The sound of a dry leaf snapping a mile away rang in my ears like a thunderclap. ​"Catch her! Don't let her cross the forest!" ​The screams of Elena’s commandos echoing from the distance alerted me. They weren't dead. They had returned alive even from that blast of fire.

"I replaced it with the rhythm of the harvest. If you want power you will have to work for it like everyone." Elias smiled. It was a smile. It had no warmth. "Then we will see how long your rhythm lasts when the fires start " he said. "You forget, Hannah. I have spent ten years watching things burn in the outback. I am very patient. I will stay in this lodge on the edge of your paradise.. I will be the shadow that never goes away." I. Walked away. I knew that any more words would just be fuel for his fire. As I walked out of the lodge the cold night air rushed in. It smelled like pine and storm.

I said softly at her and she just nodded before I reluctantly let go of her hands "I will"With that ,she got out of the car and I could feel the cold air that entered the car brushing harshly on my skin but I wasn't worried about myself ,I only feared for McKenzie ,my love.. I saw McKenzie walking to the back of the car and taking out something out of the trunk..Seconds later the woman was heading towards the trees at the side of the road ,wearing a black raincoat and holding something like a touche in her hand..My heart was beating like crazy, I really wanted to stop McKenzie from going..It was a forest for God's sake and it was dark already..What if something happens to her ? Some wild ani

I stayed perfectly still, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. Was he dead? Was it over? Then I heard it. Static. A radio crackled somewhere near the front seat. “This is Death. Come in.” My heart skipped. Death. The voice repeated itself, louder this time. Still… No answer. I slowly rolled onto my side, ignoring the pain as I searched the damaged van for anything that could help me. My fingers brushed against jagged metal protruding from the torn wall. Yes… If I could just reach it… The back doors flew open.