Burn For Burn Novels & Stories

By the third year of Roxanne Duranov's affair, Fredrick Tatham had finally become the husband she had always wanted. He no longer barged into hotels in the middle of the night to catch her with another man. He no longer demanded to know where she had spent the night. Nor did he resort to desperate acts of self-harm in a frantic attempt to hold on to a woman whose heart had long since drifted away. He had become as inconspicuous as an ordinary piece of furniture in the villa, quiet and unobtrusive, never making his presence felt. Then, one day, the hospital called. An urgent voice came through the phone. "Hello, am I speaking to Ms. Duranov's husband? She's been in a serious car accident

On the night Theo Zeller throws a welcome party for his first love, Diana Scott, she slaps me in front of everyone just because she wants my necklace. Everyone expects Theo to at least stand up for me, his wife. Instead, he rips the necklace off my neck and hands it to Diana. "She likes it. Just give it to her," he says. For the first time, I lose control and rush forward to take it back. Diana laughs and tosses the necklace onto the blazing barbecue grill. "Since you treasure it so much, why don't you pick it up yourself?" she asks, smirking. Theo grabs my arm and warns coldly, "Don't ruin Diana's night over some worthless necklace." I break free and reach straight into the scorching

Like really hot. And I could feel the hotness on my skin. I could smell something burning. Skin. It was that same smell that filled the air on ileya day. The smell of cow skin burning. Except this time, I was feeling the pain instead of a cow. I was feeling severe pain. When you mistakenly scald your hand with a hot iron or when the heat from a boil in water lapped at a part of your skin. It was that same exact feeling except it was my whole body being scalded with a hot iron this time around.

END OF FLASHBACK Mrs Young, with the great eagle she had never gave up easily. The thought of Taylor disobeying her wishes made her even more furious. She gave out a heavily sigh, and walked into her two sons company, lost in her thoughts thinking of ways not to lose such influential business partners, It was almost like gambling with her life when ever she meant business.

The blaze flared into the sky. The night filled with smoke and sparks. The stars disappeared in the haze and glowing embers. The historical saloon hotel was shaded by the inferno roaring behind it. The life Lynexia had known and loved, devoured by coruscate. Lynexia stood at the edge of the woods and watched two figures being pushed through the ruins of the entrance to the saloon. They were covered in ash, and they were pale with fear from the building, disappearing inside again. A crack was heard through the screams and flames, and another window exploded. The roof began to buckle as more smoke and sparks sprayed the night sky.

The burn intensified, ripping a pained moan from my chest. My blood boiled in my veins, hot and scorching like molten lava. The skin grew more inflamed until it felt like my head had been dunked inside molten lava. The burn sizzled from the back of my neck, then burned all the way down my arms. My entire body grew numb, muscles died under the fiery assault that was coursing through the arteries on my arm. The moan morphed into a scream when the palms of my hand accepted the burn.

He snapped furious, “I didn't ask to lose a fucking leg. I didn’t ask to live with the constant fear of stepping wrong and hurting myself or the pain that invades me after something like that. I didn't ask for the nightmares that refuse to leave my dreams. Do you have any idea how horrible it is to have a fucking nightmare and end up on the floor because you forget you're missing a leg because you wake up and try to get up? I hate it, Vivienne. I hate it! I didn't ask for this!” “You didn't ask for it, but you did look for it,” I replied, my words stunning him. “You looked for it when you decided to be a firefighter, Jacob. You looked for it on every rescue you went to, in every fire. The fa

Heat turns to an incandescent burn, and I remember why I still drink sourplum brandy. Sometimes, the best thing one can do in this life is burn. Hot, bright, and fast. Defiant of what the world decrees for you. Finn sinks teeth into my lower lip and pulls back sharply with a lance of pain. I take the split second he’s away from me to meet his gaze. No, the best thing in life is not to burn. It’s to burn together with someone one… cares about. I wrap my arms around Finn’s neck and bite him back until I draw blood hotter than his words, colder than the fire building between my legs. My tongue slides along his lower lip before darting into his mouth, rich with ginger and moss.

But even that reminder doesn’t stop my mind from flashing images of him behind my closed eyelids. The roots that are inked all over his groin, stems growing over his stomach, until they bloom into different colored flowers on his chest that I’ve felt his heart racing in. Black and white snakes, their bodies tangling down one thigh while a night sky, with a blood red moon and black birds in flight play out on the other. His neck, that ink that’s been bitten between my teeth, with feathers spread on both sides, a colorful dragon breathing bright orange-reddish fire on the front, coming up till just under his chin. And his back, that my nails have sunken into, scratched, grabbed for mercy, cove

Tino looked up, confused. Dominic’s voice was ice. “Let the boy live. Let him limp. Let him speak. Let everyone see what it costs to take from me and breathe after.” Tino collapsed, sobbing. The other two didn’t scream. They didn’t get the chance. It was quick. Efficient. Clean. Dominic turned away before the final blows landed. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t pause. He walked toward the exit as the blood pooled behind him. Just before stepping into the night, he spoke over his shoulder: “Burn everything they touched.” ---