It had been three months since Dad's death, and I had been rotting inside this cell since Catherine had captured me. I was stuck with only a bunk bed and a vicinity of a toilet that I was too afraid to use. As I stayed here which seemed like forever, and I couldn't help wondering about what had happened; it still hadn't struck me.Dad was gone. I still couldn't believe it. The person I had been fighting for my whole life was already dead. It was all because of Catherine. She ruined us, and she took everything we had in just one snap. She overthrew Hansel in the company, killed Dad in front of my own bare eyes, and put me in this jail to make me suffer even longer. I detested being here, but there wasn't any way out.As the misery prolonged, I was starting to wonder what had happened to Hansel. If he was still alive or if he was captured by the Houstons. He hadn't visited me in this jail since the day we'd part ways because I'd escaped. I d
Okay, first of all, thank you so much for making it this far. I really appreciate you giving His Fragile Flame a chance and I hope you liked it. It was one hell of a ride and I really enjoyed writing it. I don't know how I'll end this in a good note but here we go . . .❗NEW BOOK ALERT❗I will be having a book II for this series called "His Fractured Flame (Book II of HFF series)". But before we get to it, I'm currently writing a stand-alone novel from His Fragile Flame that was written in another perspective. To be specific, it's a book about Kourtney Devaraux which will be under Young Adult since it mostly revolved around high school.Here are the sneak peeks for these booksQUEEN OF ACE (A stand-alone novel)The story about Kourtney Devaraux, the
"Dad!" I called for him with my little voice and watched as he turned his back to face me.A smile appeared on his lips-- that bright smile that lit up like a dawn. His face was dazzling under the sun, and his eyes glinted in them. He was the only person that could make me run when I felt like the entire world was heaved on my shoulders. I called him my sanctuary, and I was his little princess.
Fighting over the things I didn't want to lose had pushed me to my limits. I had done mistakes, buried my old self, and reprogrammed who I was. My deepest fear had already faced me; I lost Dad. The most valuable person in my life was . . . dead. His death still hadn't struck me, and I didn't want to believe it. I had closed my eyes to unsee the occurrence that unfolded in front of me because I knew I was still a coward. I was hiding underneath the surface of myself, and losing in the game I had been fighting for had proved my fragility.
William plopped some files in front of me, as I stared at it while unwrapping the white cloth that was cloaking my hands. Tossing it on the ground, I reached for the file and flipped it open.We were sitting in front of the gym's huge table, and William was seated on the other side. He was watching me read the texts on the paper, elbows placed on the table and his hands were clasped together.
William plopped some files in front of me, as I stared at it while unwrapping the white cloth that was cloaking my hands. Tossing it on the ground, I reached for the file and flipped it open.We were sitting in front of the gym's huge table, and William was seated on the other side. He was watching me read the texts on the paper, elbows placed on the table and his hands were clasped together.
The memory appeared vividly in my head, and the occurrences had replayed as if it was recorded for the millionth time. I saw the person who I had grown fear from, and this was such an unfortunate circumstance for him to be in. The record had said that he was captured by the police and was locked up in a cell. I had always thought that Dmitri would be invincible, and every blood he would shed, it was for the sake of his wealth. But wealth had led him to the jail-- the place he was damned to rot in.Along the record of Dmit
My brows furrowed when I saw Hansel sauntering inside. I was filled with disbelief, and I was confused for a moment.He was the one who told me how exhausted he was from getting involved in this cause, and he was continuously reiterating how traumatizing our drastic change in life was. He wasn’t used to it, unlike me who had dealt with living on my own when Mom had kicked me out of the house back when I was still fifteen. Hansel was anxious about almost everything after the trau