Burn Book Regina の小説・ストーリー

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

asked Regina to be sure. "No, Miss! I hid the book under my dress so no one would see it," Cellin replied, swallowing hard. "That's good then. I hope you'll stay here while I read the book!" Regina walked over to the upholstered chair in the room. Regina did not want her father's work to interfere with her personal life. The exact reason was that she wanted to sit more comfortably while she went through the books one by one. Her eyes remained on yesterday, when the coachman had said that there was a substitute. Indeed, there was a strange name in the book.

Even the bishop, once warm and jovial, began requesting odd reports about Isabella’s daily activities. And Catherine—despite her physical absence—was ever-present. She had sent a parcel to the church. Inside was a book. No note. No name. Just the title embossed in gold: "The Altar We Burned." It was written in Isabella’s handwriting. But she had never written such a book. Arthur’s hands shook as he turned the pages. They detailed dreams Isabella had shared only with him. Secrets she hadn’t spoken aloud. The book was a threat.

I motioned for my warriors Beta Kael, Daren, and the others, but before we reached the line of fire, Regina stepped forward, clutching the same satchel she'd carried yesterday followed by Carla and the others. "Alpha Archer," she said quietly, eyes on me, "your men are still healing from the burns. The fire's enchantment will target the wounded first. You'll lose them before you even reach the center." Her tone was steady, respectful but daring. "And what do you suggest Regina?" I asked, though my wolf bristled at the challenge. She drew out a small vial, a shimmering blue liquid that smelled faintly of pine and silver. "It's a mixture of frostroot and moonlace. It'll mask the burn for a few

I made my way back into the mansion now to the spot I had left Regina with Grandpa and was happy when I found Regina alone. Great! I slid into the study without her knowing and spotted her holding onto a book that mattered deeply to me—one that held my personal records of the events that transpired through the war and how I had lost my parents. Thanks to her family—the Donovans. I slammed the book shut before she could open it and when she tried to make her way out, I cornered and gave her a piece of my mind. She had tonight at dinner to turn Grandpa away from his thoughts of going to some stupid Maldives.

Some piece of papers would fly from their angle to Regina (not intentionally though), and then you would hear giggling and laughter among this peers. Regina stood with rage and walked toward this group, she banged the table with a huge text book that caught the attention of these people, “I understand that most of us do not understand the meaning of studying, and actually, I don’t give a fuck. But just a reminder, this is a library that is meant for reading, and we all have exams around the corner. So it’s either you do well for yourselves and study, or you take these noise out to your hostels and write rubbish to your lecturers”.

There is no way she didn’t put some sort of dark spell on this binder. I turn around and walk into the library. Milo and Reggie follow me. “Bronx, what are ya doin’ buddy?” Milo asks, “You wanna sit and read that all now? It’s gonna take some time to get through.” I make my way to the enormous fireplace and throw the binder into the crackling flames without a second thought. “What?! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!” Reggie snarls. He tries to grab at the binder, but it's too far in the fireplace for him to reach without getting severely burned.

She had been part of the project that had unleashed this hell on the world. "This can't be real." I whispered, my voice shaking. "She wouldn’t have—" “Maya,” Daniel interrupted, his voice tight. “There’s more.” I looked up, and he handed me another file. This one was thicker, the pages dog-eared and stained with something I didn’t want to think about. I opened it, and the first thing I saw was a map—our region, marked with red X's. Target zones. “I think this is where The Burning started.” Daniel said, pointing to the map. “These are the areas that were hit the hardest.”

“Yeah. I finished them all, remember? And you said I could get what I wanted as long as I was sensible. So I brought some more books.” I don’t know what to say to that. I know I said that to her, but now I’m concerned. Given that she said she got more books, I’m pretty sure I know where she got them from. “You went to Lucia's bookstore again, didn’t you?” “Of course we did!” Regina makes it sound like that was obvious. “She’s got a great array of books, and I like going in there.” “There are at least three bigger bookstores closer to home and school. We’ve got a Barnes and Noble two blocks away!”

Peach Salinger I swallow hard. It’s only for three few days. We light the bonfire, the flames crackling and snapping in the quiet night. The warmth feels good against the chill. Reggie’s sitting across from me, poking at the fire with a stick, while Marienne is off to the side, staring into the flames. “Alright, ladies,” Reggie says dramatically. “I’ve got a story for you. Ever heard about the ghost that haunts these woods?” I roll my eyes. “Come on, Reginald. We’re not twelve.”