Burn Book Idea Novels & Stories

“Alsh firmate alite.” The fire ball flew from my hands and exploded against the dry wood. It caught, and soon the fire was burning through the wood quickly. I fed more wood, bigger pieces into the fire, and waited for it to catch. I wanted to be sure that this was going to be burning for a while before I moved on to the next step. Once I was sure that the fire was good, I flipped back to the page I needed. I read the entire page twice before I put the book back on the ground. I pulled my mother’s necklace out of my pocket and my father’s skin. I prayed to the Moon Goddess that I was right before I tossed both in.

“And acting skittish about it?” Letting out an irritated grunt, she explains. “Let's just say years ago the council grew scared the book could mistakenly get out to humans if discovered, so it was banned from society and burnt to ashes. Or at least, the copy of the book was burnt. A long time ago-” She hesitates, staring at me for a brief second, before continuing. “An ancestor of mine wrote this book and no one has any idea I have the only original with me. If anyone finds out I have this in my possession my entire family would be punished and I can’t let that happen, they’re already facing enough being defects.”

"H-how? I remember perfectly well when you were swimming in the burning flames of the poisonous fire." Amethyst muttered under her breath, still analysing the black covers of the big, bold book that she knew she burnt a few months ago. Her hands trembled at its heaviness — at how fresh and old it smelled. Old tales and unknown prophecies were still lingering on every page she turned over.

I knew exactly what to do at this point and I'm not hesitating any longer. Immediately I grabbed my pen and nestled down some information I would needing. I took it and hid it safely in my handbag. I then proceeded to snap some of the documents details just so I don't forget. In the next few hours, I was glued to the computer making research and noting down the things that I needed. “Bingo! Let the game begin Damien Blackwood. Just as you have ruined my father's company and took his life, I'm going to do the same thing to yours.” I vowed and sat back with a smug filled with satisfaction.

I'm currently preparing other projects to get around that inspiration to complete this book, although I've thought of deleting the book, I couldn't, soon I hope to bounce back from this writer's block and complete this book. SO THIS BOOK IS CURRENTLY ON HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Micha nodded in understanding and we continued searching through thousands of ancient books. Then we saw it. Another book—this one titled: "WARS OF THE REALMS." We looked at each other, excited. But we braced ourselves, afraid it would be blank like the first. I opened it— And the book didn't open. The cover was iron mixed with wood, heavy and old. I tried again. Nothing. Micha suggested we burn it. Maybe melting the metal would open it. So we threw it in the fire. Nothing. Not a scratch.

Hello, my faithfuls! Ok, I know you all are probably thinking that I've abandoned the book. I have not. Some issues with my chapters had to be fixed, and you all will need to delete the book out of your library and reload it for the changes to take effect. If you're this far in the book, you'll begin at chapter 35 (you're able to refresh your read in chapter 34), and proceed from there. Sorry about the mixup and the time you all had to be away from Mitzie and Alford...they missed you all, too! ;)

I cocked my brow as I said with absolute conviction, "It's a deal, then. You're the one who initiated this, Ella, so you'd better not renege on the bet if you're defeated." Ella whispered into my ear, saying, "You shouldn't even bother trying, Cynthia. You see, Oliver told me that the eldest son of the Bryant family is the one bearing the most potent curse. Otherwise, he wouldn't resign himself to being this failure's younger brother. "In addition, William has always been a bachelor, so he clearly has some issues in that department. How do you plan to lift his curse, Cynthia? I'll be here waiting to see how your life comes to an end!"

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.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“