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“What’s her name again?” “Kandy,” Hannah said. “With a K. Because of course it is.” I glanced back at the girl. She was laughing too loud at something Jarek hadn’t even smiled at. Her hand kept sliding up his chest like she was trying to find a latch. “She’s one of his favorites,” Hannah added. “Don’t get me wrong. But that girl wants to be his Old Lady so bad she’d set herself on fire if she thought he’d piss on her to put it out.”

Forever was big term for us, but it was something that I could clearly see with us then. *********** Veer and Ananya were fast asleep in each other's solace in their little bubble completely unaware of the storm building in their lives. A loud screaming voice woke them up with a jolt and they both ran towards th source of it. There stood in the kitched surrounded by fire was Sarah while both of them looked at the kitched stupified. Veer wasted no second in jumping into the fire ignoring the protests of everyone around him to stop while they tried to extinguish the fire to save his little baby sister who was crying profusely.

“Za—‘ ‘'Katharina, are you okay?' He asked her. His voice was suddenly filled with anxiety, for a moment forgetting of what had befallen him. 'Kath-' 'Zach, i'm not good' She suddenly responded. 'they have me, Zach and they think i've got something to do with my father's death' 'then tell them you didn't, lie Katharina' He persuaded. 'then why did i run? Why did i stand for a moment and watch my house burn. There's a photo Zach from across the street" His heart thumped. She could feel it. And hear it. 'a grainy picture they had taken from it, that showed me with someone, a certain someone holding the gasoline container and lighting the fucking house on fire-'

“If you’re hearing this, it means the system still breathes. My name is Grace Elora Vance. We built Eden to protect love — and they turned it into a weapon. If you’re still fighting… don’t let them rewrite what it means to be human.” Victor looked at Adanna and for a moment, she wasn’t standing in a vault; she was standing in history. Grace’s voice continued: “There will come a time when someone will find this message someone born from both destruction and mercy. To that person… forgive us. We couldn’t save the world. Maybe you still can.” Adanna’s knees weakened. “She’s talking about… me.” Victor caught her as she staggered. “No, Adanna. She’s talking to you.”

Vanilla was one of my favourite scents and I could not help but interrupt her turning to try and find the owner of that scent. My mystery guy had moved from the stairs so I could not see him anymore. Without putting too much more attention on him I really wanted to find the owner of the pine vanilla scent. The more I smelled it, the more I knew it had to be my mate. As I moved through the crowd the scent got stronger. I gasped as the mystery guy was walking in a direct line toward me with a smile on his face. As he got closer, the pine vanilla smell got stronger. Shelby quickly started yipping Mate! Mate! My excitement started to grow. He came to stand right in front of me smiling and

"Violet, you have to gather yourself, okay?" "I know." Violet sniffled. "By the way, you are going to search for her, okay?" "I will. What did you get?" "I mentioned to you that Hannah Grace was a natural killing machine with special talents. She could pick up things easily that she saw and she had a sharp mind. I don't know what else but, Victor said that the Charles Empire is hunting for her that's why Mr. And Mrs. Baker showed up that Hannah Grace died with her parents to protect her."

She held that much hate and envy in her heart for that woman. She switched on the television and kept tuning until it came to a stop on Tom Cruise's unaging face. She sighed in content, feeling cool, but then she noticed something. Cool wasn't just a feeling, the room got colder, a sudden chill ran down her spine effortlessly, making her shiver slightly. She made her way to the thermometer, noting that it had dropped to 5°, she increased it to where she could feel the warmth again and sighed, content this time. She went back to the television where Tom Cruise's face had been replaced with the cheetah from Cheetos ad. Her phone dinged and picked it off her pocket to see a text from her cousin

Chapter 54 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Alatap… I crested the hill, out of breath, just in time to see Zander fall to the ground. Angelica stood about ten feet away from them, her body covered in brilliant orange flames, wind whipping all around the crumbling city. I opened my mouth to yell for her to run when tornadoes began to drop all over the city. My eyes widened as her orange flames turned blue and white. What little had been left of her clothes quickly burned away, followed by her skin and muscle, until she was nothing more than a flaming skeleton.

“You think you can just show up and—” A sudden, sharp pain shot through my chest. My knees buckled, and before I hit the ground, Kelvin caught me. Thank goodness! “Rachael—” His voice was distant, but was drowned out by the roar in my ears, fear had gripped the best part of me. Everything blurred around me. The trees, the ground, the sky, I couldn't see properly and then—darkness took the best part of me. *VISION * I was standing in a burning forest. Shadows moved through the smoke and I saw wolves, snarling at each other, fighting, dying, it was survival of the fittest. Blood soaked the earth beneath me, but I wasn’t afraid from where I stood..

The fiery nightmares were gone, replaced by a peace and freedom in my soul like I have never known. The money from the sale of the old house? I kept my promise and sent it to Silvia's account. That was when my phone buzzed with a news update. It was Silvia's face on the screen, at Derrick's wedding. I watched as she marched up with a can of gasoline. In front of everyone, she doused Derrick with it and tossed a lighter, igniting a firestorm. Derrick's screams pierced the air, and pandemonium broke out. The flames cast a wild glow on Silvia's face as she laughed, a chilling, unhinged cackle.