Burn Book Regina Novels & Stories

"My lord, what is the going rate for pleasure boys at Ludivicium's Palace?" "Why do you ask?" Brixtius seethed. With the lamps in the office burning down during the hours we worked, Brixtius is scarier with the looming shadows. "Well, my lord," I state quietly. "There are about five scrolls I have opened that are invoiced for an hour's pleasure with Adonis, costing five denarii. Now, looking back at the ledger," I point towards the ledger, "your steward had these transactions written down as 'chicken feed.' It sounds like a costly chicken feed. Where are the chickens, by the way?" I ask innocently.

Was it really that painful? His hand involuntarily loosened. After releasing, Reginald became aware of his actions, feeling more irritated. He couldn't afford to be soft. The softer he was, the more unbridled she became, refusing to stay obediently by his side. After Ben received the order, he hurried outside, retrieved a brown leather suitcase from the car, and ran back, placing it on the living room floor and opening it. The suitcase didn't contain clothes for escaping but books. A whole suitcase of books, all related to law.

“You knew they’d take Eugene away, yet you let Olga give him to them anyway.” Experiencing the same attraction for him as he was for her, Ari wasn’t sure if her body trembled from her anger over his verbal attack or from fighting the desire to get lost in his strong arms. Even so, with the exception of the fire in her green eyes, he’d never have guessed how she was feeling since her face stayed stoic and unaffected. “You knew that children don’t live here. It’s never been a secret. Why would you think Eugene would be an exception?” Taken aback by her comeback, Felix stayed silent. She was right. What made him think that Eugene would warrant special treatment over all of the other babies

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! ;)

“Oh, I- I’m sorry, I didn’t-” But Mattel merely leans over his shoulder for a closer look at said books, and Regina’s embarrassment recedes in favor of showing to him the precise book she’d had her eyes on. Written, she’d noticed, by the same author as the well-worn astronomy book she’d found in her room. (It doesn’t go unnoticed, either, that Mattel purchases that very book before they leave the stall.) All in all, Regina grows nearly drunk with all the excitement of the market. By the time the two of them head back to their waiting carriage, Regina’s arms are laden with too many packages to count (she had even purchased things for lovely head maid, and she hoped Maria would like it), and h

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.

I gripped my phone tight, recording every word. Jane's daughter, my cousin Angela, lived there too. Angela had a bad rep and got kicked out of the family, then just a fringe member. Her only gig was dealing cards at some shady underground casino. She took one look at me and decided she did not like what she saw. "Some people think they're all that just because they got into Camford University, but they're still mooching off my family," she sneered, without saying my name but making it clear who she meant.

I demanded, my voice sharp as a blade. “Because you’re crazy!” Ernie spat, though his voice shook. “Digging into things that should’ve stayed buried!” I slammed him lightly back against the fence, just enough to rattle it. “Tell me about the burned body. Who brought it in?” His jaw worked as though he wanted to keep lying, but Regina stepped closer, her voice low and deadly calm. “If you don’t answer, I swear you’ll regret it. I’ve lived through worse than this. Don’t test me.”

In their absence, however, the fire had consumed everything. When the line broke, the rest of the forest caught like a match, lighting the town. The western half of town was nothing but ash after the fire raged for over three weeks. Hundreds of firefighters from multiple states had worked tirelessly to stop the flames, but in the end it was the second largest fire in the recorded history of the state. The smoke could be seen for over a hundred miles in either direction as about one-hundred and fifty thousand acres, one-hundred and twenty homes, seventeen businesses, and millions of memories burned. My home was nothing but cinders. Andrew's and Luke's homes were nothing but ash. West Hardware

Some even had tiny, hand-drawn doodles. Regina’s fingers ran over the ink, her chest tightening. Who did this? These books weren’t just sitting here for decoration. Someone had read them. Someone had loved them. And it wasn’t Damien. As Regina flipped through the book, something slipped from between the pages and fluttered to the floor. A handmade bookmark. She leaned down to pick it up, but just as she did, something else caught her eye that was a glint of silver peeking from beneath Damien’s desk.