A Is For Arson Novels & Stories

She added, looking directly at Melody “We dug up crazy things about Bobby’s past, and we saw that he is indeed a professional arsonist. He has burnt down a total of three places, including the building five years ago. The orphanage where he grew up in with everyone inside was his first and he was just seventeen then. The second was his girlfriend’s apartment which he burned down with her inside. And then that building, the building where you lived in with your parents.” Jimmy started, explaining to her in detail. It was obvious that Bobby did not need any instructions to do the things he did. He did it on his own.

He was trying to fix it with laws and logic. Aurora took a sip of coffee. "No," she said. Liam blinked. "No? Aurora, she confessed to murder. We have to call the police." "The police won't do anything," Aurora said. "The statute of limitations on arson? Gone. Murder? Maybe. But it's a cold case. The evidence is ash. The note... a defense lawyer would say it's metaphorical. Or a forgery." "It's not a forgery!" "It doesn't matter," she said.

“But it seems the fire was a deliberate act.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “I mean,” he said. And his next words caused a feeling of dread to wash over me so poignantly, it caused my skin to goosebump. “Someone did this. On purpose. It was an act of arson.”

Because here, in the hush of this shadowed car, Aaric was no longer a puzzle, or an enemy, or whatever I kept pretending he was. He was just fire. And me— I’d been burning from the very start.

The acrid scent of the smoke still clung to Ava, a harsh reminder of the fire that took her parents. At eight, her world was a scary, gray place. A cruel twist of fate left her alone, an orphan in a world that didn't make sense anymore. A warm hand touched her shaking shoulder. Tears blurred her vision as she looked up at a strong man. He seemed so strong, unlike the weakness she felt. His kind face showed he understood. "Please don't... don't... Please don't kill me too," she whispered, her voice small and scared.

"It's a good thing Jacob is gullible. He believed you were in Manhattan even though you didn't return to your aunt's house. But did you shut up the Langham family's driver? Don't let them get a chance to attack you." "Take it easy, I always know what to do before moving forward." At the other end, Ursula let out a long sigh. "You're always playing with fire, Celine. Aren't you ever afraid of getting burned?" "I was already burnt before I even started this, Sula." Celine leaned back comfortably on the chair she was sitting on. Her eyes gazed at the road that seemed to be deserted. The driver who drove her chose to enter the freeway in order to quickly arrive at the place Celine wanted to go.

I was an employee at a secretive research lab located overseas, and I accidentally discovered an impending apocalypse known as the pyro-calypse, so I resigned from my job immediately. But before I left, I signed an NDA with the research lab that stated I must never leak any details about the apocalypse to other people to prevent mass panic on a global scale. After getting off the plane, I went home with my luggage in town. I hoped to convince my mom, Dorothy Locke, and my younger brother, Nicholas Kennedy, to head to the mountains, where we could stock up on supplies and tough out the apocalypse there.

Lamar considered this and said, "I got your brother to investigate this matter. He told me that someone had deliberately started the fire, but nobody found out who it was. They started an electrical fire. That is the most difficult type of arson to identify." "But they made a big mistake." "What mistake?" Raeleigh asked with a puzzled look. Jazelle, who was worried about Raeleigh's IQ, said, "Baby girl, I'm really worried about your IQ. I thought you were worried about your EQ, but I didn't expect to be so anxious about your IQ. This was man-made arson. The people responsible wouldn't have done it personally. One person wouldn't be able to do it. They would have colluded with others to commi

Seb THE ASH from the fireplace had been cold for three years, but the stench of it still lived in the back of my throat. I sat at my desk, the glow of the desk lamp cutting a sharp arc across the newly unsealed arson diagrams. The local authorities had written it off within forty-eight hours: A faulty generator. An unfortunate casualty of territory crossfire. A tidy conclusion meant to satisfy the syndicates and keep the peace in the north.

"For you. Always for you." Behind them, the Tidewater Inn—the place that had given her sanctuary, purpose, and a reason to stop running—continued to burn. Firefighters shouted orders, water arced through the air in silvery streams, and Maya felt the foundation of her new life cracking beneath the weight of smoke and flame. "It was arson." Chief Morrison appeared beside them, his face grim in the firelight. "Accelerant in multiple locations. East wing, kitchen, basement. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing."