The Devil’s Fire by Mariam El-Hafi

Althaia Planning a wedding was absolutely no joke! There were so many things that needed to be done and it was not even my own wedding, and I was out there killing myself. When I said to Cara she owed me a big time for spending hours looking at materials, cakes, colors, and whatnot, she […]

Althaia I stepped further into the room and his golden-brown eyes followed my every move as I slowly walked toward him. “You’re okay.” I breathed out in relief. I didn’t want to admit it to Cara, but I was worried about Damiano getting hurt. He had acted as a human shield to protect me from

Althaia “Do you think they are okay?” Lasked for the hundredth-time to our driver whose name I had come to learn to be Dario. The poor guy was stuck in the car with me, and I kept asking questions and wouldn’t shut up. He never showed any annoyance towards me though and kept reassuring me

Trigger Warning; Violence! Damiano Two more cars were coming from both directions of the main road. The powerful sounds of gunshots being fired were continuous and forced us to stay on the ground. I reached for the machine gun from the undercarriage that had been placed there for situations exactly like these. It wasn’t my

Althaia “You promised me, Althaia!” Cara scowled at me “I did no such thing!” I mirrored her expression. I was in Cara’s room helping her pack her bags as she was going to stay with the Bellavia’s to plan the wedding. Well, she was packing, and I was on the bed, lying on my stomach,

Althaia A pounding headache was the very first thing I felt when I opened my eyes. I was in a dark room, lying on a bed. As my sight got clearer and adjusted to the darkness, I noticed I was in Cara’s room. I groaned as I sat up and closed my eyes as I

Trigger Warning; Violence! Althaia I took my time getting back to the dining room as I kept thinking about what had just happened. I had no idea what came over me and I must have lost my mind to it happen. I could have stopped it. I should have stopped him. But I didn’t want

Althaia We were seated in the dining room, the long and dark dining table decorated with a rustic wood centerpiece box and vines with leaves surrounding the candles inside the box. White plates with gold rims, gold cutlery, and even the glasses had a gold design around the rim. Small chatter erupted as we waited

Althaia “Michael, relax. You’re hurting me!” I winced out as his fingers were digging into my side. He snapped out of his daze and immediately let me go, and I started to gently massage my side. This was so going to bruise. His eyes followed my actions, and instant regret showed on his face. “Shit,

Althaia Mother was mad. She became so enraged that she began to stumble over the English words and had to switch to Greek, and that was how you knew someone was mad when they had to switch languages. She wasn’t that mad about me not coming back. But she was furious that Cara had ‘forgotten’