Alessa Gillespie Burned Novels & Stories

The thought made my stomach turn. I walked to the fireplace, Giselle following. Struck a match and held it to the corner of the letter. The paper caught immediately, flames consuming Kade's words. I watched until it was nothing but ash, then dropped the dress on top. The expensive fabric smoldered, then burned, filling the room with an acrid smell. "Good," Giselle said, watching the flames. "Now we need to figure out how he got past security." "How do we do that?"

"Wendy, so you're the one who killed my family!" I crossed my arms and looked at him. "That's not all. I already disproved the rumors you spread about Officer Zeller and me online. "Luckily, a reporter had an audio recording of the accident. The recording wasn't very clear, but the police already restored the audio and cleaned it up. You won't be able to hide the fact that your team left their post without permission and ignored my cries for help anymore." I scoffed. "You're doomed, Jared. The person you love the most ruined everything in your life. You'll never recover from this!"

But part of her–the part that had always longed for answers, for the embrace she never had–was caught by the sincerity in Gloria’s voice. “Do you have any idea,” Alessa said finally, her voice low and dangerous, “what it took for me to survive without you? Do you have any fucking idea? I trained until my hands bled. I killed before I even knew what love felt like. I became a weapon–a lethal one. Not because I wanted to but because I had to. I had no freaking choice. And where were you, mother?” The word dripped with venom. “Living in New York, building your empire, pretending your first child never existed?” Tears spilled freely down Gloria’s face now, her hand clutching at her chest.

she said. I begged her to reconsider, but she shot me down flat. No biggie, though. There were plenty of other girls at the concert. I would just pick someone else next time. After the show, we split up and went our separate ways. Back home, I spilled the beans to my buddy Leon Gordon. Leon's jaw dropped. "You're full of it, man. Keep dreaming. Like any girl would get with you at a concert, in front of everyone." I pointed to the sky, swearing my honesty. "I'm dead serious, Leon. If I'm lying, I'm a total zero.

"Connor, please, don't do this. You're scaring us." "We didn't think it would turn out like this. It'd only been ten minutes, and there were still so many parts of the building untouched. It shouldn't have turned out like this." Connor slowly followed the direction his friend was pointing, and, yes, the fire wasn't exactly huge. But Samantha was dead. She had a psychological trauma from the fire. When the flames first broke out, she must've been terrified. She might've passed out right there, too afraid to even hide.

"M-Mrs. Atwood gathered a lot of stuff and had us move them to the backyard to burn. She burned the album herself." "Burned?" Winston staggered, his mind going completely blank. Why? Winston couldn't get why Kayla did that. He looked up, his voice strained as if he couldn't believe it. "She… burned everything?" The housekeepers knew better than to lie. They nodded quickly. "Yes." Winston pulled out his phone with trembling hands and called Kayla. "The number you've dialed isn't available right now. Please try again later." Refusing to give up, he called her friends and coworkers, but nobody knew where Kayla was. He felt the weight of despair pressing down on him. He couldn't imagine what he'

I didn’t stop. “Alessia!” I roared, my voice hoarse. The flames roared back. “Alessia!” And then I saw her. A crumpled form on the floor. Motionless. Bound. Blood. “NO!” I sprinted, diving toward her, the fire biting at my jacket, searing my sleeves. I dropped to my knees, cut through the ropes with my blade, heart pounding so hard it hurt. Her skin was covered in soot, her cheeks burned, her lips pale.

"I know I am asking for the impossible, but would you be willing to help me right now?" Surprisingly, Alessia nodded. "Alright. But first, do remove these," she pointed to the cuffs and the blindfold. "O-Oh. Right...There." "Great." He awkwardly looked at her. She looked up to meet his eyes as he awkwardly smiled. Raising her brow, Alessia pulled out a flint and steel from her...boots? She then neared the wagon's floor and lit it on fire. Slowly, Giorgio's eyes widened.

Letting out a sigh, he walked to the couch, where he gritted his teeth and took off his torn black shirt under the dim light. Jasper's pupils dilated in shock. He gasped at the horrific wounds across Axel's muscular body, some with scabs and some still bleeding. What shocked Jasper was the palm-sized burnt injury on Axel's back. Axel's honeyed skin turned a shade of red. Bloodied fluids oozed out of the burst blister. "How did it get this bad?" Jasper's heart nearly stopped. He hurried over and helped Axel to take a seat. "Jameson Schmidt sent assassins after me and Amber. Later, they set a fire around the villa to burn us alive." Axel clenched his jaw when he recalled the painful sensation

Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five She was fine. Lila was fine. She was going to be fine. Opening her eyes again, Lila, without feeling anything, the void in her chest large and deep, consuming all that she was, lifted up the sheet of paper and placed it within the flames, ho