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‘Blazing Clar’

An in-world fictional retelling that gives Taj catharsis. Taj lets go of guilt and finally embraces that he was abused, without softening what it was. 177 ACD.

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‘Blazing Clar: An instant #1 New Empire Times bestseller!’

‘A global phenomenon by Emilia Malva *A highly addicting love story * Razor-sharp banter, heart-stopping action, and blazing fire of hot romance * Movie series now in development at EGN Studios * Arno Best Books of the Year, #1 * Reports from the Deserts shot by Riley Clar, the original hero of the book, are the #1 most popular shorts on all platforms with profanities muted and unmuted’

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‘Guess Who Is Back? And honestly? F*great!’ ‘Finally, something has moved in literature!

Warm applause for the author—who wrote a fantastic romance, a story of brutal, raw, and obsessive love. Because what could be better for gray, rainy days than a love triangle? The story of Riley, the rich grandson of the Clar family, is based on true events.

Yes, Riley existed. Yes, he was controversial and hedonistic, and he swore terribly. Yes, he threw away the family fortune—rumor has it that he hated their money because the love of his life despised them. And yes, Riley served the whole of humanity by discovering deserted and radioactive areas at that time. He found rare plants, thus supporting science and pushing forward the development of themes of de-desertification.

He was a f* hero!

Here’s a little spoiler—this book will provoke desperate crying, and tears will flow! Raja, the beloved of our Riley, unfortunately leaves him for a man from the natural energy faction, General Tang.

Yes, dear ones, Riley Clar dies tragically—Raja breaks his heart!
Their separation is one of the saddest scenes in modern literature. And we love Riley even more for it. The most romantic hero of the decade—Riley f*** Clar…’

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“Fuck, turn back; what’s unclear?” Riley shouted.

Sand was everywhere. His team was stuck a hundred steps behind him, if not more. He shouted at them to turn back, but they kept going. Fuck! There was going to be a sandstorm here soon.

Riley shouted again, and he gestured for them so many times until they turned back. Himself he didn’t want to yet; he knew he wasn’t risking much, and he had just caught a glimpse of something strange. He had to check it out.

The storm would cover it up, and they wouldn’t find it later. Fuck; the fucking desert.

He covered his face more and tightened his protective gear. Perfect; he had spent some of his grandfather’s money on developing desert clothing. That was another thing the others got out of it.

Riley looked behind—they were still recording him from the distance. Fuck. He would be in the media again.

Okay, ten steps, five. One. Here it was.

“How on earth is this fucking something growing here?”

He pulled out his handy equipment to grab it as a seedling for research. He bent down. Then he noticed it.

Someone was here before him. Fuck—someone was still here. The union. It must be someone from the natural union. They were able to hide; Riley knew they knew how to disappear.

Someone was here; they wanted this plant, but why didn’t they take it already? Were they scared of him? Fucking funny; Riley wasn’t a warrior.

But he wasn’t stupid either; he had developed an artificial energy weapon perfect for defense, not fighting. Apparently, those from the union nodded in approval when they checked how it worked.

Whoever was here, from the union or not, could have done fucking nothing to him.

Riley turned on his shield and ignored that someone; he started digging up this plant. He took a closer look; this was the first time he had seen such a strange plant. In the middle of nowhere.

What a fucking discovery.

He dug furiously, but he noticed that this person moved. They were so awesome, the union people, yet they were idiots. Did they really think he couldn’t hear?

This person had something fucking jingling on them—jewelry? Or a weapon. It didn’t matter; Riley had his shield on. He kept digging; this person wasn’t in his way. He dug it up, then got up.

Only then did he look in the direction the sound had come from. And he froze.

“What the actual fuck?” Riley asked. Or said?

A woman. But what a woman. Even in those baggy clothes, like his, perfect for the desert, Riley could tell. What a… beautiful waist. That face. Fucking beautiful, perfect face.

“Give me that,” she said.

Riley started laughing. Beautiful or not, she must have been fucking joking.

“Just like that? No good morning? Nothing?” he replied.

Without a word, she fired up the energy. What a nervous one.

Riley showed her his favorite gesture, not wanting to let her think he was being polite. And he started fucking off toward the team, the plant in his bag. The sand—how to run away with grace, he thought, and started laughing.

A strike. Then a second. If it hadn’t been for his shield, that aggressive girl would probably have killed him.

“Are you crazy? It’s just a fucking flower,” he shouted at her.

She was running after him! He glanced back—she was better at this; she would catch up with him soon.

The moment he felt her touch him, his shield reacted. It threw her away from him about five steps. He ran for a moment but hesitated and looked back. Fuck. She lay motionless. Maybe she was faking it? And what if she wasn’t?

“Fuck!” he exclaimed and turned around.

She lay, surprised. Conscious. But motionless. They were supposed to add paralysis to his shield; did they add it and not say? Fuck and damn it, they did.

Riley looked around. There was going to be a storm soon; he must take her to the camp. Because what? Leave her, paralyzed, to the mercy of a sandstorm? He wasn’t heartless.

“Let’s go,” he told her. Her expression, fuck. A fucking princess from the union.

He threw her on his back and started walking. She was like a log, almost falling to the sand a few times.

It was either her or the plant. So, the plant fell a few times. Her gaze then.

“What? Fuck, I’m not a ballerina; I can’t juggle either; be glad I took you,” he said to her.

She was hanging on him; the shield must be paralyzing her constantly. Good protection, too good. But he wouldn’t turn it off; she shot at him twice.

He walked slowly, just a moment—yes, they were near; he could hear his team calling his name.

“Miiiisssteeeerrrr Claaaaaaaarrrrr…”

“Clar?” he heard her whisper.

“Fuck, who else would dig up plants here but me?” he asked.

What happened next surprised him. She started laughing. Did the paralysis make her crazy?

“Raja, my name is Raja,” she said again, in a whisper.

He almost let her go in amazement. No! Fuck, it was that one he kept arguing with, from the union, the one from the labs, who was always fucking complaining that he was packing these fucking plants wrong. He recently told her that if she was so smart, she should do it better and by herself.

Riley started laughing. She was laughing as well. Fucking awesome!

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