Burn Book: A Tech Love Story Novels & Stories

"Because I made enough pancakes for two." "You romantic." "I know." Later that afternoon...We wandered through the city without any destination. Hand in hand.Stopping whenever something caught our attention. A tiny bookstore.A street musician.A bakery that smelled like cinnamon. Everything felt lighter.It wasn't excitement.It wasn't butterflies.It was comfort. The kind that made ordinary days feel extraordinary.As we passed a furniture store, Liam suddenly slowed. "What?" I asked. He stared through the glass.Inside was a small living room display.A cream-colored couch.Bookshelves.Plants.Warm lighting.

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I stretch my hand out to him. “What for?” “In case you don’t return it on the date you wrote in the permission booklet, I’ll toss your card away and you’ll never step back in again.” He mumbles ‘bitch’ under his breath, dips his hand into his pocket and pulls out his card and hands it to me. I beam at him, and he rolls his eyes before leaving. I pray he doesn’t return it, so I can happily toss this into the toilet and flush. I sit down and pick up the novel ‘When star burns by Ninya Tippett’ on my desk, continuing from where I stopped before I got interrupted. Books such as these make me believe in love and that everyone would find it at the right time.

He whispered one word to himself. “Firewall.” Then he walked toward the light. ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “There was never room for love in our world. So we carved it into the spaces between bullets and betrayals.” “We didn’t fall in love. We folded it into the war and dared it to survive.” —Aria

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Jayce whispered, “And we burned.” BOOK ONE COMES TO AN END

She reached into her pocket, dread pooling in her stomach as she saw the name on the screen. Noah. Her fingers trembled as she answered. “Hello?” His voice was calm, too calm. “Where are you, Jenny?” Jenny swallowed. “In my room.” A pause. Then “Liar.” Ice filled her veins. Ethan grabbed her arm. “We have to go. Now.” Jenny did not hesitate. She slipped the flash drive into her pocket and followed him out the door, her heart racing. Noah knew. And he was coming for her.

The world needed a picture of stability, and we gave it one. A wife. A child. A perfect lie. Married life with her felt like a blur now, a contrast to the storm raging inside me. I bent over the table and inhaled sharply. The burn hit instantly, fierce and numbing all at once. I welcomed it. For a few seconds, the edges softened. The anger dulled. The word “father” stopped echoing in my head. I straightened slowly, wiping my nose with the back of my hand. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Pedro shifting on the couch.

"A woman like Lila is so hard to come by. Aaron's been paralyzed waist down for five years, and she'd been caring for him for all five years without a complaint." "She even got her hands all blistered up trying to save Aaron from the fire today too!" "Exactly. And really, what was Aaron thinking? He's already paralyzed waist-down, and yet, he still insisted on cooking in the kitchen. He nearly killed himself doing just that!" At that, I felt the blood in my body run cold. Delilah had put on a very convincing act. It was so good that, if I hadn't lain in the fire and overheard everything she'd discussed with our daughter, Dakota Bradshaw, I would have thought that her acting was real and been

It still sounded stupid! I thought it was a brilliant idea to run into the final battle between the Trojans and the Greeks to save my husband, the Trojan Prince Braxius, from the infamous Greek warrior Achilles. I even sliced the warrior's notorious tendon to help Braxius. However, I got myself killed in the process. Isn't love grand? Blood was filling the air because I'm bleeding out, and Braxius is holding my hand. Tears are streaming down his cheeks because he discovered his wife instead of a random soldier. Exhaustion is taking over, and I am having trouble keeping my eyes open.