Burn After Writing Book Review Novels & Stories

this words were little but it sent heavy shivers down my spine. "Here we go, we have to find what's wrong with you? And secondly whatever is wrong with you would have to flushed out with this or burned out, which do you choose?"She explained as she had her eyes on the book that she was reading, I was a bit skeptical about the two methods she was going to use. "I don't know what's inside here so I agree to the fact that you're going to burn it out" I uttered having had enough liquid for the day.

**** Author Note Thank you for reading my book and sorry the recent updated chapters have not been that good. There was a fire outbreak In my area this week about five of my neighbors were burnt to death. It has been very traumatic. I am finding it hard to write. And since the fire was caused by the electricity, we don’t have light until further notice. I will re-edit the book when everything is better.

Please be patient and kind with her and root for her. Also, creation is hard and this author is pleading for reviews. If you’re reading this book, I’d be forever grateful if you’d spare a minute and leave some words on the main page of the book. Reviews whether good or bad are appreciated as it gives me motivation and shows me where to improve. Also, it helps push the book further and brings in more readers. Thanks to y’all in advance and sorry if my note seems long. Love, Suxi.

HELLO, AUTHOR HERE! I just want to say a big thank you to all of you, for staying with me from the start to finish of Aubrey and Cole's book! It was a really interesting ride for me, and I hope it was for you as well. If you see this, please go and leave a positive review on this book for me, please! It's simply a way to encourage me to write much more catchy books like these. Looking forward to reading all your heartwarming/honest reviews. Until next time, when we start another exciting book journey, goodbye loves!

Watch them curl black, edges glowing orange before they disappear. “You were never supposed to matter,” I whisper to the fire. “You were just supposed to be the knife I stuck in her back.” The last page flutters in, my handwriting smudged with tears. I watch it burn until there’s nothing left but ash.

Today I saw it in the books which I had not read so I decided to read this one. Currently, I am in my room and sitting on the bed with my knees pulled to my chest. I am holding the book with my only left hand. I cannot use my right hand because the king burnt it last night with hot candle wax. The candle wax had deeply burnt my skin and I am sure the wounds will leave scars. It was very painful and I felt like my arm was in direct contact with hot blazing fire rather than hot wax. It was worse than walking on the hot sand. When he left the room last night, I fainted. I woke up this morning.

To those that stayed and were patient when I went AWOL, I really appreciate you. I love and appreciate every one of you. Don’t forget to leave me a review if you loved this book and what you think about it. Do check out my other books if you enjoyed this one. You won’t be disappointed. ❤️&💡 Meenah.

Thank you very much Self-love, Dawn Keene, HideousAngel, Scarlet red, Bethy Writes, Heather W, Christine Owings, J and Gio for leaving reviews for the story. And, if you've made it this far, please consider leaving a comment or review to support this book now that it's complete. You all are amazing! Thanks again for reading this story!

This book should be crowned the worst book of all time. This is not even a book! This is Complete Trash! Pathetic book! I just finished writing my book, "Sweet Stranger" , and I am getting a lot of backlash from readers. I know I should not focus on the negative comments. There are a lot of good comments from thousands of readers but me being a normal human being, I seem to focus more on the negative comments. I let them get to me. I want to strike back and defend my work of art when I see a comment from one particular fan that warms my heart.

I interrupted. Her cheeks went red, and her eyes brightened. With a groan, I shook my head. My wolf was growling at me even before I said, “It’s not worth crying over.” The book blew up. Every page lit on fire as it burst outward, flying in every direction. A chunk of the flaming spine hit me square in my chest. I batted it away, yelping in shock. There was a slight burn where it’d hit me, but nothing bad. I stomped out the flames and made my way to the other bits of burning paper, putting out the fires.