Burn Before Reading Novels & Stories

I had thought that it would burn me – taking a peek at the two women who were with me, they were back away from the fire, Leah patted the small flame that got on her pants, Lyv helping her put it out. I could still feel the heat, but what was odd was that the flames didn’t burn me. I lowered my hands slowly, looking at the book – now burning yet the pages were intact. My heart beat fast as I walked back to the podium. I blink, there was something new. I blinked again. I rubbed it, feeling the sting I had felt when Leah brought me to Neverwhere.

The burning sensation grew wilder and wilder…pushing me towards a dangerous thought. I felt being pushed back as the flames took the reins. The fire spiraled around the thought ready to take action and it did… The raging fire suddenly flared in front of me, its flames sharp, yet cunningly smooth at the same time. A rich element that drew one in... into its beauty, so blissfully unaware the danger it would bring. It seemed to have life of its own as it put my thought in action, spreading its flames around the room, before out the door and down the corridors of the hospital. It gave me its eyes, allowing me to see everything... every direction it took as it travelled the brightly lit streets,

I had never burned a day in my life, so I never even considered sunscreen, but apparently my mate had needed it. I felt horrible for not properly caring for her. “T, are you set?” I asked. “I’m great, why?” “Uh, babe, you’re burnt. I don’t mean like a little either. You are extra crispy everywhere.” When I said everywhere, I mean everywhere. Her perfect breasts were just as burnt. A hazard of floating naked. “What?” she asked and ran into the house. “No!” I heard her yell when she finally saw herself.

“My lady, you have a natural understanding to the arts. And yes, that is exactly right.” I ignore the small ounce of pride that I feel when I hear the compliment and focus on Al instead. What was it about the stories that my father used to tell? About how the old doctors used to cut or burn flesh to treat the infection? Burn. I picture a fire at the back of my mind. A fire that only eats bacteria and rotting flesh. My hand starts to burn as the image in my head grows stronger until it actually appears in real life. Fire emerges from my hand, but even as my hand rests inside of the fire, it does not burn me or Al. My panic dies down when I realize that.

CHAPTER 76: WITH RELATION TO THE DEVIL ZAHRA'S POV The fire crackled softly in the corner of the room, casting a warm glow on the nearby furniture. I lay on the couch in Dashiell's estate, my limbs heavy with weakness. The familiar scent of the leather seats mixed with the faint smell of ginseng still emitting from my clothes. I traced a finger along the bandage on my forehead, my thoughts drifting back to Davina pinning me against the altar stone, and her vile perverted touches. The disgusting way she spoke, and the feeling of her tongue trailing up my neck, still haunted me.

Bitterness surged through him, rendering him momentarily speechless. "You're right..." he sighed quietly as he stared off into space. "Willow… she was always so thoughtful." Those small, overlooked moments now echoed in his mind like fading memories, weighing heavier on his heart. He longed for coffee left on his desk during late nights and the quiet care I offered after every meeting. After a moment, Tucker murmured, "Willow always warned me not to stay up too late… and she made sure there was hot soup waiting when I was done. Damn it…"

They didn't really care who won or lost, as they were all hoping to personally witness the fabled Bryant family curse, or at least see the hideous monster that would come about if the curse wasn't lifted. … I trailed my hand slowly down William's abdominal muscles, but the sudden heat and magnitude took me aback, causing me to let out a surprised cry. "Didn't they say you're incapable in that regard, William?" William gently rested his chin on my shoulder. His tone conveyed a bit of feigned indignation while saying, "You ought to know that rumors are not to be trusted, darling. I'll use my body to prove it to you." I could feel his body burning up, and his profound blue eyes were fixed solel

“What? Are you afraid?” The host looked at Matthew. Matthew gave the faintest nod. “We’ll reverify, then.” The big screen switched to my account information. The people in the venue whispered. “Look at how confident she is. Could the Jackson Group actually have been revived?” “Impossible. In Astrid City, if the Fuller Group wants to destroy someone, they could do so at ease. With a plot of land so expensive rendered unusable, the Jackson Group is doomed.” “She must be completely unhinged after what her husband’s done to her. Anyone would go crazy.”

Twenty-Two: The Rescue Cecilia POV The doctor’s hands were cold. He pressed against my skin, checking the burns with a detached precision. He smeared the ointment over the raw spots where the clamps had been, his movements efficient. He didn't look me in the eye. His touch was detached, almost bored, as if he’d seen hundreds of girls like me wired up and screaming.

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