Wildfire Hannah Grace Audiobook Novels & Stories

Hannah chuckled while Titan and I quietly celebrated. Suddenly, everyone put their hands on their ears when thunder clapped with sizzling rage and lightning struck the forest, causing a wildfire to spread from dead wood. Coward participants cowering behind huge trunks ran for their lives while the stealthy, hidden ones slashed their opponents to death before hijacking the safety spots near the waterfall. “Where is mate?” Titan worriedly asked as the golden plate of death rang nonstop.

"Do not lecture me on the balance, Panni. I have spent eighty years maintaining the equilibrium of three continents." "You haven't maintained it," Panni countered. "You’ve frozen it. You’re so afraid of the Lu-Sheng fire that you’ve turned the world into a tomb. But Grace... she isn't just a Panni. She's Lu-Sheng. She’s the fire and the hearth. And fire doesn't want to be silent. It wants to burn." Panni looked at Grace. "Grace! Remember the cottage! Remember the smell of the pine and the sound of the rain! That wasn't a frequency, baby! That was life! It’s messy, and it’s loud, and it hurts, but it’s yours!"

said Hannah. The way Hannah's eyes lit up as she spoke drew Grace in even more. It was like she was seeing little layers of her wife slowly peel away over time, and that she was really beginning to see what was underneath. Something stirred within Grace deep and almost feral. And the moment Hannah met her gaze she knew she was done for. Now, Grace’s body hummed with a different kind of need. Slower. Deeper. Not the frantic wildfire of last night, but something smoldering, banked coals waiting for air.

The ground around Hannah and Garin’s home broke apart and collapsed into the earth. Dark smoke and wildfire roared out of the hole and from its depths crawled out Kari and when he got out, the hole filled back up and left no sign that there was ever a hole in the first place.

He clings to her like a drowning man to driftwood, never realizing she is salt water herself—ready to swallow him when the tide turns. I can live with the Mancini empire burning. But I cannot allow myself to burn with it. ********************************** I find Hannah in the west library just after midnight. The fire is low, more smoke than flame. She sits curled on the end of the leather settee, her body turned toward the light, as if willing herself to glow in it. She looks every bit the tragic wife—the silk robe, the wineglass untouched, the blank stare into the hearth. But I’ve been in this house long enough to know an act when I see one.

"How are you here? I always thought you had left the country. If you were still in Ashville, why didn't you ever contact me? We… We were at least… I've always hoped you were doing well." I replied, "My daughter died here. Why would I leave the country? Grace, stop saying things that make me sick. "How can you have the nerve to say that in this very place? Aren't you afraid Hannah's spirit might hear you and come to your dreams at midnight, demanding why you didn't choose to save her?" Grace stumbled back in panic and fell to the ground. Julian seemed to piece things together, his expression changing continuously. "Nate, don't tell me she's—"

The specific oh of someone who has understood something completely. "Yes," Sienna said. "And the crime lord." "His name is Dante." "I know his name," Maya said. "I've been reading the news. Are you happy, Sienna. Actually happy. Not fine, not managing, not moving toward the next thing. Actually happy." Sienna stood on the corner of Meridian with the coffee under her arm and the cold December air and the blue sky and the city that had become, without her planning it, the place she was from.

Fie Fie sighed, “Rachel didn’t deserve that, I told him to get off her hate train, he refused, I am kinda glad I don’t have to work with him anymore.” My world spun, as I digest the words, Hank... an arsonist... he set something on fire, he set my house on fire. A memory pushes it’s way to the front of my mind, the day at the station, a guy that looked familiar was among them, he never turned his face. My fingers were shaky as I unlatched the door, the second girl gasps when she sees me, Fie Fie swallows. “What do you mean... Hank.. burned down my house?”

CHAPTER ONE: |I See You When You Don't| • • • POV: AARON BROWN. "If this is love, then I'll gladly dive in a billion times and over." I readjusted into my seat. My back had began to ache from leaning forward for quite a long time, and besides, the point I had earlier set on stage, was keenly aborted, and thus, the lack of need to throw my face into the stern one who found pleasure at leaving my drama unattended.

Leaning against the stone slab, she hummed the lullaby Grace used to sing her when she was a little girl. Meanwhile, an old lady let out blood-curdling screams over and over above the basement. … An hour later, the fire was finally put out. The firefighters discovered Grace at the basement entrance. She was still stiffly blocking the holes in the stone slab. Timothy and Heather entered the house as well. The moment she saw Grace, she threw herself at the latter, yelling, "Madam Harper!" The flame consumed Grace and took her away from the rest of the world. Heather cried so much that she couldn't even sit upright. Then, she anxiously searched for Willow.