Novel & Cerita Burn Before Reading

IF MAGNUS WERE TO KNOW WE WOULD ALL BURN, LIKE BESS AND MARGARET. PROFFESSOR MOORE: DID YOU WATCH BESS AND MARGARET BURN? SUBJECT 11: YES. WE ALL SAW THEM BURN. . . . WE HEARD THEM SCREAM AND WE SAW THE FLAMES CONSUME THEM WHILE THEIR CHILDREN CRIED. . . . . DEAR GOD. . . . . OUR SISTERS BURNED WHILE THE MONSTER LAUGHED! HE IS EVIL. . . . . EVIL. . . . . !

Could you please tell me why I cannot read the next page or any other page? [Host has understood 1% of the content of the First Page] [The Second Page will be accessible after the Host gains 100% on the first page] You!! AGGHH! Why aren't you letting me be overpowered! [I've overpowered the host enough. Get to work!] As I thought of destroying the book, I became furious, but I calmed down immediately. Relax, it's nothing to worry about. There is no free meal available. I got a gist of how the book works, the reader moves onto the next page once they have understood 100% of that page.

She cries everytime her name is being mentioned in the book. *** She left the province with the book, and during her 2 weeks stay in the province, she has finished reading all the pages of the book. At the end of the book, it has a reminder, which reads: “It is unburnable, Ms. Arden… Try your luck to burn it…”

Pocket. Drawing. _SORRY._ Looked at it. Looked at me. “Burn it,” I said. Again. “No,” Adrian said. 62 BPM. “Not yet.” _Silence. Fireplace. 4:18 PM._ “Why,” Susan said. “Because,” Adrian said. Putting it in _AFTER_ box. Not fire. “Because Alex thinks it’s burned. Because 7 doesn’t need it. But I do. For now. So I remember what nothing looks like. So I remember why we don’t say ‘good’ when people get hurt. Even him. So I remember what ‘always’ costs.”

"No, Fola, you're....." "No interruptions please!" She stated in plain and stoic tone and that shut my flare up immediately. "She was the best thing in my life and living each day without her hurt more than you'd ever know. Then fast forward to that day. We were the only ones at home. I was in my room sleeping and the next thing I remain was the feeling of being scalded all over. I opened my eyes to see that my room was on fire. Serious fire, I couldn't even see anything except the fire. Panic and worry took over. I ran to where the door was admist the fire but it wouldn't open, wouldn't budge. My skin was starting to burn and someone was screaming maniacally.

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.

It was now or never and the only way to find out. "I love you too," I closed my eyes and waited for the burn searing in my tattoo. There, a slight burn, quite faint but it ended all too quickly, seared on my left chest. Was that a bad sign or a good sign? I casted my eyes downward to my left chest, to where my tattoo was. I checked surreptitiously to see if it glowed and thankfully, my button up shirt was three buttons undone so my chest was still visible. I frowned when it flickered weakly, like a busted light bulb. Was that supposed to happen? Was that supposed to glow like that? Did the curse break that confession?

I checked it, and to my surprise, it was from Margaret. "It's been forever, Rue, and I still haven't heard any fire trucks. I don't think I can hang on much longer. The pain from the burns is unbearable. I can't even imagine what Bernard went through. "You've been visiting me all this time, but that useless son of mine, Joshua, barely even stops by. I knew something was going on between you two. "I actually looked into it. His first love returned, right? You never really talk to me about your problems, sweetheart. If I'd known earlier, I would've taken care of that jerk for you. I felt so bad for you, Rue.

THE END🥳❤️ THE END OF BURNING PASSION 🥳❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “SINFUL DESIRES”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Sinful Desires are short short stories , so just sit back and enjoy a short blissful erotic stories THANK YOU AGAIN❤️!!

"Even in death, you're still trying to steal my man? Clearly, skinning you and blowing you up wasn't cruel enough." "Go to hell with your little bastard!" I shut my eyes and calmed myself. Quietly, I preserved every text and waited—for the storm that was sure to come.