Woman On Fire A Novel Novels & Stories

"We all do. But we need to calm down first so we can drive safely. I'll take Elijah's car since it's here. You two should take yours. We'll all meet at St. Monica's." The firefighters were still working behind them, putting down the last stubborn flames. Water hissed against hot wood. Smoke still rose into the night sky, though less violently now. But the worst was over and the fire was nearly out. Or maybe the worst was only just tje beginning. Because in that ambulance racing through the night, a woman who had suffered more pain in the last few days than most people experience in a lifetime was clinging desperately to life. And next to her, half-conscious, half-broken, with his hand still

A few minutes later we finally got out and the heat of the sun, sand, and cactuses that are higher than us and I can see their big and sharp thorns meet my eyes. I can breathe a sigh of relief because I can no longer smell the small amount of fuel. If we stay there longer, I won't be surprised if I end up coughing even if I don't have one. But I still thought I would suffocate, and I didn't think it was possible to catch fire because there was a slight smell of gasoline in there. Even if it's just gas and not the back, it's still flammable. "What's that road called?" I can't stop asking. In this world, even a path has a name.

Although this graduation painting had not yet been completed, it was far superior to any of my previous works. The moment Willow saw the painting, her expression subtly shifted. I caught the flicker of greed and jealousy in her eyes. I looked around the room. In the next moment, I did something that left everyone completely flabbergasted. I pulled out a lighter and flicked it. Then, I brought the flame close to one corner of the canvas. "Cassidy! What are you doing?" Jess shouted sharply almost immediately. Needless to say, she was the first to react. The flame licked at the edge of the canvas and spread quickly. My masterpiece, the product of my passion and skill, burned down to ash before

"Definitely arson. Someone wanted this place destroyed." The words hit like ice water. "Who would do this?" "That's what we're trying to figure out. Did you have any recent conflicts? Angry customers? Business disputes?" I shake my head. "Nothing like that. Everyone loved this place." Kade's hand finds my back. Through the bond I feel his rage building. Marina wipes her eyes. "There was something weird yesterday though." "What?" the firefighter asks. "A woman came in. Late afternoon. She didn't buy anything. Just looked around. Asked questions about Della."

I quickly peeled off my burning jacket and struggled to get to the room before hastily closing the door to keep the fire out. However, I the door was wooden, so the fire would not stay out for too long; even in my dizzy state, I needed to act fast. I blindly picked up the unconscious woman that wore nothing but her bra and panties and didn't waste time to check on her before staggering through the open space of the tempered glass and away from the entire building to the next safest place away from a bomb blast. I didn't know where that was, because I felt darkness closing my vision, the smoke I'd inhaled clawing at my throat to be let out, and the overwhelming weight of the woman in my arms

She brought her hand to touch it, but she could feel nothing. Clara looked at her with a questioning look. “Can I know your name?” Her right hand reached for Clara’s head to caress her hair. “Fight for love, fight for peace, fight to end never-ending suffering. And when the day comes that you pass on, you’ll be proud of how you become a warrior of life. Whatever happens, I am your co-warrior; I was born to fight this battle with you. Remember this day we meet, Clara.” It was too late to realize what the fire woman was planning to do. After saying those parting words, she pushed Clara rough, making her lose her balance, then plunged into the pond’s ice-chilled water.

With a sense of satisfaction, she watched the fire grow bigger and bigger, filling the air with smoke. As the fire in the courtyard grew larger and larger, the woman, satisfied with her handiwork, ran off. Even if Selena wasn't killed by the fire, she would be disfigured. Watching the flames raging, Tasilla left, content. Selena was deeply asleep when she was abruptly awakened by smoke. As she opened her eyes, she couldn't help but cough several times, realizing that something was amiss around her. Upon closer inspection, she was shocked to find that the room was on fire. The only door leading out was engulfed in flames, and smoke kept billowing in. Selena, who had never experienced such a s

SERAPHINA “So, tell me, have you heard anything about her yet?” “Nope,” he shook his head. “Although, I did hear about a fire in some crazy old apartment. They said a random woman snuck in and had been staying there without notice. The fire started suddenly, and before any help could come, she was burned to a crisp.” I gasped, placing a hand on my chest. “You don’t say. So, who’s this strange woman? Did anybody ever get to find out?”

She was betrayed by the people around her. She got out of the car and looked at the woman who was lying on the road. It was so dark in that area that only grasses could be seen on both sides of the road. Because there wasn't even a single pole there, only the car's headlights and the moon provided them light. It was, indeed, the ideal setting to end a war. "Elena, please.... don't do this," the woman said weakly. "Shut up!" she yelled angrily, pointing her gun at her.

The way that led to the medicine woman. She fell to her knees just near Ariana. On a verge of help, a blind person can help a blind as long as there is speech. She strolls along the bed to the bath drum and quenched her thirst. A spark of energy was initiated in her muscles. Back to Ariana, she dressed her up. She helps her on her back. Christine was a tenacious woman. Despite of being on being on her an isle of land and forlorn, she had to transverse on it. With a little applied effort, she makes it on her feet though she stumbled to regain her stability. At the door, two soldiers besieged the room. They crisscrossed their spears blocking Christine from exiting. Christine glared at them. A