Novel & Cerita La Casa Que Arde De Noche

Now, seeing how happy Selena was, Tasilla felt even more resentful! The evening glow bathed the courtyard, creating a serene and beautiful scene. However, everything gradually twisted and became dangerous without anyone noticing. Selena had already finished dinner and washed up, and had gone to bed early. She was easily tired after becoming pregnant. Little did she know that a woman came in from behind, stealthily entered the house and glanced around, a hint of malice flashing in their eyes. Then, She blocked Selena's room from the outside with a wooden stick, poured the oil she carried on the door, and lit a fire with a malicious smile on her face. In no time, the whole house was engulfed i

“I lied when I said there was an emergency. The only emergency tonight, sister, is yours.” She stepped closer, her smile thinning as her voice dropped to a whisper meant only for Elise. “Do you know what I love most, sister? Watching you realize too late that no one is coming to save you.” “Now!” Clara roared into the air, and instantly, the man struck a match. Flames roared to life, devouring the hay with frightening speed. The orange glow spread across the floor like a hungry beast, licking up the wooden beams and the dry furniture.

We got separated in the chaos. Before I can snap at him, a sudden gust of wind howls through the broken windows, carrying with it the sound of shattering glass. A wave of searing heat engulfs the room, flames licking greedily at the walls as burning liquid sprays across the floor. My fur singes as the space erupts into a violent inferno. Molotov. They're burning the mansion down! No time to think.

Solitude! A place where there were no eyes, no interruptions. Just her and me. I want to see every side of her. Every inch. Inside and out. I switched on the dim lights, the warm glow barely cutting through the darkness. The city outside shimmered through the glass walls, alive and unaware. I showered quickly, scrubbing away every trace of blood. Any forgotten spot would be a disaster. Lisa could never find out what I really was. I shrugged out of my shirt and poured myself a drink. The weight in my chest didn't ease. Killing never bothered me, but tonight, I don't want that darkness to touch her. Not on our first night.

When I stepped out of the tunnel, the entire villa was already engulfed in a sea of fire. The flames painted the night sky of Little Italy red, like a grand funeral. Enzo, I'm returning you to Bianca, fully and completely. And as for me... from this moment on, I am officially offline from your world.

It keeps going, until we hear something break and then the house starts to move. It creaks and groans before it breaks free from several pipes. I suddenly smell gas and before I hear the explosion, I watch the neighbor open his front door and then disappear into the air without a trace. Hearing the boom, I see the fireball come our way. Just before it hits, I grab my children and sort of float to the floor as I hold on tight to the coffee table that is still in place miraculously. I close my eyes after looking at my children one last time and kissing them goodbye. The next time I open them, I am lying in my bed.

As the fire raged fiercely, I took my husband's hand and tried to rush out of the banquet hall with him. However, Frank Winston shook me off and turned to run toward his assistant, Johanna Scott. As I stood frozen in disbelief, the cabinet beside me collapsed with a rumble and pinned me beneath it. I yelled out for Frank, but he simply picked Johanna up and hurried off without a single glance back at me. Flames and thick smoke enveloped me. I watched helplessly as Frank and Johanna moved further and further away until I eventually lost consciousness.

Mom gasped beside me, her hand flying to her mouth as she stared out the windshield. “Oh my god…” she whispered, voice shaking. The grand estate was a raging inferno. Black smoke billowed into the night sky, lit from below by the roaring fires. My heart slammed against my ribs. This can't be! Quino had assured me the security was impenetrable. Joaquin had laughed about how the Lucchesis would never dare strike back so soon. And yet here it was. Our stronghold, our power base, reduced to flames and ruin in a single night.

Dante was already there, propped against the far door, blanket draped over him, eyes half-open but fixed on me. I reached for him. He caught my hand. Squeezed weakly, but there. The car pulled away. Behind us, the house erupted, flames punching through the roof, lighting the night sky orange and black. I watched it burn until it was just a glowing scar on the horizon. Then I turned back to Dante. He was looking at me. No words. Just that steady, exhausted gaze that said everything. I leaned my forehead against his. “We’re going home,” I whispered.

But who would do something like this? “I need to get Liam home,” she whispered, standing up. Clara nodded. “I’ll come with you.” Holding Liam close, Nadine walked back home. But as they turned the corner, her steps faltered. Something was wrong. A thick, dark cloud of smoke filled the air. Nadine’s stomach dropped. “No…” she breathed, eyes widening. Their house was on fire. Flames engulfed the walls, licking at the sky. The heat was suffocating, and the orange glow painted the night with horror.