All Chapters of The Burning Desire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

In her eyes, I glimpse a labyrinth of secrets, and I'm ready to navigate the twists and turns to discover the truth. -Unknown.|N I C O L A S|"You did not knew?" Flora questioned me and I shook my head in response, negatively."No, we talked about the bad and the worst part." I tell her and prepared myself to listen about the better and badass part. "We ran away when we were thirteen or something." Flora jumped and settled herself on the kitchen counter, her legs swinging in the air, crossed. It is absolutely unbelievable for me to believe that they ran away. I mean, I have heard stories of people running away from their house, sometimes for good and sometimes for worst. Bu

God, god, what do I do after all this survival? -Traci Brimhall.|Z Y R A|The penthouse was strangely calm in the morning, or maybe, I am in the kitchen early today. But, nonetheless, it is uncomforting. I am wearing Nicolas' shirt that reaches my mid thighs, thanks to our height difference. His shirt is loose around my body but it doesn't matter, I do not owe any single comforting piece of cloth like his shirts. With my coffee in my hands, I headed back to his room to spend my morning with myself, since Nicolas is still sleeping. He stays up with me for as long he can so, I let him sleep in the morning for as long as he wants when I wake up early. I opened the door of his room, slowly and carefully, stepping inside with bare feet in case to not make any noise that would disturb his precious sleep. But I was surprised to see the bed empty, I frowned and looked towards the bathroom and door was open. Where did he went? Then, out of no w

Walking away from you is like leaving a piece of my heart behind. -Unknown. |Z Y R A|He stood there, right in front of my eyes holding the gem in the velvet box, which shone brightly even in the small box, spreading its light. Nicolas looked up from the the box at me, a warm smile lifting his lips and something inside me just ached. "Zyra," he started and I gave him my focus while my heart beat inside my chest, wildly. "I want to talk to you." He stated. I could not find the courage to form words as he went on talking about what he wants to say. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, and my heart raced as I realized what this moment meant."Logan, come with me." Shawn said out loud in his empty voice. Logan made an annoying noise as he said, "No, I wanna see." He insisted like a nursery child. "Logan," Shawn warned him with a glare of his eyes and just like a child, Logan stomped his food on the ground before he followed after

I thought I knew the night sky, but her love revealed a whole new constellation of emotions, and I'm spellbound. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S|Zyra is hiding something. I can tell by the way she looks and her demeanor. She seems lost, her attention is elsewhere, and her mind seems preoccupied. I've tried to ask her, but she dodges the questions every time. It's been a week since the day I gave Zyra the Dresden Green Diamond ring. Right now, I'm lying in my room, and Zyra is sitting on the distant couch, reading something or perhaps I should say, she's ignoring me. She's physically close, yet feels so far away. She smiles, but her smile doesn't light up the room like it used to. She talks, but her words lack the liveliness they once had. It's as if she's trapped in her own thoughts."Zyra," I called her gently. Zyra looked at me over her book. Her green eyes met my gray ones, and my heartbeat raced at the innocence in her gaze."Hmm?" She re

The scars of betrayal are the memoirs of a heart that once loved deeply. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S|I can still remember the day, etched into my memory when I first saw her. The fire in those hauntingly green eyes and the lack of emotions on that perfectly sculpted face. I remember each and every incounter of us, like meant to be etched in my memory just to be cherished again and again. I remember everything about her, from the emotionless woman who would rather eat a cockroach than show herself on her face and the child who jad been suffocating inside her since so long. I remember it all, yet now, when she stands in front of me. It does not look real. It does not look like her. She is her, yet she is not. She does not look like the woman I fell in love with. She is not the woman I chased. She is not the woman I cherished. Her words, ringing in my head like a tape recorder on repeat. I felt the world crumble beneath my feet, and my heart