Alessa Gillespie Burned Novels & Stories

"If the office hadn't been full of staff, I might have been dragged back and forced into a marriage with the Marshall family." After the recording ended, my colleagues were silent, then one by one, they offered me cups of coffee, a silent salute to my ordeal. "Harriet, you've been through a lot," they said. I just smiled. People only saw where someone ended up, never the journey it took to get there. My journey was paved with blood and tears. They call me heartless, but they have no idea how much passion I once had, all burnt to cinders. Now, I have turned those cinders into a blade.

"I hate to admit it, but Gillespie is strong. If anyone's going to take down a member of the Eld, it's her. And she's Ivar's daughter, didn't he have special instructions given to the Herras for times like this? He should have seen a possible scenerio like this one, right?" Umber nods dimly. "There's an underground vault he built specially for us. But my sister, she's not... she's not going to get in there. She'd think it was cowardly." Her eyes glisten, already resigned to the fact her sister would be no more. A lump grows in my throat. I try to imagine what it's like. Someone you've spent your whole life with... Gone. I pull her into a tight hug, feeling my eyes burn. Although I never like

she stammered, not knowing how to put the words together. “Azalea is the Alphas’ mate.” She finally revealed, releasing a deep breath as she stared at Giselle's expression. It was like Giselle saw a ghost as her eyes widened. Her skin turned pale as fear consumed her. Without warning, she screamed, destroying anything in her path while her slave curled into a ball, shielding herself. Releasing a growl, she pulled her hair, her nails digging deep into her scalp, smearing blood on her fingers.

“To us, French fries, and absolutely no male species” We clink. Hard. Elena laughs into her mojito, eyes sparkling. “You are so extra.” Karissah flips her braids over one shoulder with exaggerated elegance. “Thank you. I do try.” “So,” I say, leaning back. “What’s the latest from the battlefield?” Karissah grins like she’s been waiting all week for this question. “Okay, so remember that guy I told you about…the one with the sleeve tattoos and the six-pack and the vocabulary of a small-town priest?”

How did Natasya know about her injury? Azalea replied, "How did you know?" "The things I know are far beyond your imagination. Azalea, you know why you were burned tonight, right?" "What do you mean? Wasn't it an accident?" Azalea asked. "You don't even know why you were burned, so why did you panic? I can't imagine how stupid you are! Let me tell you, it was all part of Valeria's plan to burn you tonight."

She told me she would come to see me from time to time, but she never did. After she left, out of anger, I set the orphanage on fire, and remained in my room, hoping to burn myself to death, since my best friend, Alessia, was gone, and life wasn't worth living anymore. Fire services were quick to arrive and save all the other kids in the orphanage, and due to their lateness to save me, my whole body got burnt and I was unrecognisable. I did come out alive, but my face and body was burnt.

Alessia’s POV The flames roared behind her, eating away at the edges of the legacy she never wanted to inherit. Alessia stood over the wreckage, smoke curling around her like a veil of mourning. Her lungs burned, her dress clung to her blood-slick skin, and yet—she was still standing. Bruised. Bleeding. Alive.

It was a moment of stillness, one that Dante often found himself seeking amidst the chaos of his life. The call was from Annika, Dante’s trusted advisor and confidante. She had been instrumental in vetting the production company, the director, and the broadcasters involved in the documentary about the Meridian’s collapse. The project was backed by two reputable European broadcasters who had been closely following the trial and its aftermath. The director, Fleur Demers, was a Belgian woman with a reputation for her rigorous yet humane approach to storytelling. Her previous documentaries had delved into the murky waters of European institutional corruption, earning her accolades for their dept

She thought Ian was simply too incompetent to deserve her. Ian, once proud and confident, was consumed by rage and despair at her betrayal. Driven by madness, he stormed into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. In a flash, everything changed. By the time he came to his senses, Louisa and her lover lay lifeless in a pool of blood. When the cops arrived, Ian was found sitting at the bedroom door, repeating over and over, "I just want to see my family." When Mom and Dad found out, they ended their travels early and rushed back home.

After we got engaged, my fiancee sent a child from abroad. She also sent an email along with it. [Noah, I was so bored overseas that I accidentally had a baby with Raivo Fallon. Since you’ve always been so eager to suck up to me, I’ll leave this child in your care. You can get some practice ahead of time so you’ll be ready to be our caregiver when I return home to Abrein.] Without a word, I handed the child over to the butler. Seven years later, all the CEOs stationed overseas returned to Abrein for their performance reviews. Laina Miller drove up in a Raypach, leading a large entourage that blocked me at the entrance to the Miller family residence. She held a cigarette between her li