Burn Book: A Tech Love Story Novels & Stories

Magic tightening like a net. He began to speak, chanting in an old tongue. But before the incantation could finish, the book burned. Flame shot up from the name — not wild, but deliberate. Purposeful. It didn’t destroy the page. It sealed it. The gold letters glowed red-hot before cooling into black glass. The Archivist stepped back, eyes wide. “The book has accepted her.” The woman Councilor snarled. “Then we’ll erase the page.” I stepped forward.

"But what really happened here? Why is a book burnt?. I wrote quickly, my hand still trembling. I don't know. I touched one book and it started to burn. I dropped it. It was a weak lie, but it was all I had in that moment of panic. Suddenly, Noah's eyes caught something. He grabbed my hand roughly, turning it over. "You're burned." He was right. My hand was red and blistered from where I had held the burning book. I had been so terrified by what I'd read and by the fire that I hadn't even felt the pain.

That night, was the start of something fantastic. That night, I welcomed the best thing that ever happened to me. Or at least that's what I thought, until I met him... Natalie and Kane's story will continue in ‘In Flames’

Haven't things always worked out that way? They all thought this was like every other time, that if I lowered my head and compromised, Ken and I would make up again. But this time was different. I suddenly realized I didn't have a reason to keep loving him anymore. [This time, it's real. Please take good care of the three girls from now on.] The chat went quiet. After a while, someone finally replied. [Mrs. Bowen, we've witnessed your love story from the very beginning. You two were inseparable. Why does it have to come to this?]

Those words sank into my heart like a thousand steel needles. I had already spent over four years living as someone dependent, unwanted, trapped. They didn't love me. They tormented me. And yet, they refused to let me go. It was true—I could leave soon. Just not with Jonathan. I would leave on my own. My phone was still at the Sterling house. I would get it back, one way or another. And before I left, I wanted to say goodbye—to him, and to the past we had shared. "I can't walk anymore. Will you carry me?"

However, you will also see his mistakes, fumbles, and failures. Naturally, since these are the memories of a person's life, it is uncensored so you will see every aspect of him as a person. It is essential so you can see the full picture and learn the intricacies of the story. You will see loveably innocent moments, and explicitly intimate moments, with nothing edited out. Therefore, as a disclaimer, this is a story for mature readers. You will see the most private aspects of Dillon's thoughts and experiences. It may be too much for some, just like with anything in this world, and that's fine. However, the ones that push forward to read the entire story will be rewarded with happiness and la

he says and I shake my head, refusing his threats. “Or…” he says and takes his hands completely off of me. He opens the book and flip through slowly, his fingers teasing the edge of the white pages the way I wish he would tease my hard nipples. I press my legs together, looking for a way to keep down my lust and the crazy thoughts as a drop of juice slides out of my pussy lips into the lady panties I have on. “Or…” he says again and runs his finger down the page of my last writing. Tomorrow morning is Christmas morning.

Suri grabbed a torch and lit the leftovers on fire. The flames twisted up with the dusk light—gorgeous, in a totally wrecked kind of way. "Oh my God, what are you doing? Mr. Jerkinson planted these himself! Burning them... what a shame!" "He's never planting anything here again. Might as well torch the past while I'm at it." Still watching the fire, Suri pulled out her phone and called her elder brother, Connor, who was doing business overseas. "Connor, where are you right now? I'm thinking of visiting in a few days."

I used the last of my strength, a final, brilliant flash of power. My voice exploded in Dominic's mind, my last gift to him: the curse of my own death, branded onto his soul for eternity. "Dominic, it burns... my lungs are on fire... the smoke hurts my eyes..." "Do you know what I was thinking at the end? I wanted to tell you I was carrying your child..." "But you didn't even give me a chance to speak..." "You killed me. And you killed our baby..."

With a gentle hug, I put the book down and immediately left for work. At 5:30 I was behind the shop waiting for my employers. I began to think about what happened last night. I was contemplating how a small book could increase in size by itself. The book could talk and give instructions for humans to follow. What amazed me more was the fact that fire of blood could rest in a bowl and the book didn’t burn but when I put my hand I was burning that I could even felt the fire even in my intestines.