Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Both he and Marcus were sculpted by Raven Island’s crucible. Memories of the experience evoked a hellish panorama.

Victor was ice and cruelty incarnate, his legacy offering no quarter simply due to their blood ties.

Rain poured relentlessly, cascading over tens of thousands of acres of dense woodland, where they grappled with ferocious beasts armed only with their bare hands and where bullets mimicking raindrops sought their flesh. A narrative of cruelty could alone capture life on Raven Island. There was no concept of mercy within the training crucible. The sole preoccupation was survival—a yearning to emerge from this infernal expanse and be liberated from its clutches.

Death equated to forfeiture.

Bruce possessed little doubt that, were he and Marcus to perish during training, not a tear would grace Victor’s eye. In his eyes, fledglings who couldn’t endure the crucible weren’t worthy of claiming the status of his grandsons.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Yet even in this, Marcus excelled. His performance was extraordinary. Across myriad facets, he showcased prodigious prowess. Within the team, he unfailingly excelled. As a drillmaster, he exuded a chilling aloofness, instilling fear in all.

Both products of the Thomas lineage’s cultivation, they navigated a shared

Bruce often felt

It was Mr.

stroll, yet her gaze inadvertently darted inside, causing her heart

and resplendent countenance induced a_ rapid heartbeat. Hastily,

He eclipsed even the most renowned of movie stars, captivating her heart at

and Mr. Fairclough finally emerged from the restaurant,

Mr. Fairclough’s

until

response. He surveyed the

indulged in wine—an imprudent choice

alcohol was ill-advised during