Burn For Me Novels & Stories

Everyone would die: the people who treated me like a god, my parents, and Derek, who loved me more than life. "I'll stay," I said. "I'll save them." That was the deal. I used the merit I had earned across worlds to hold everything together, and when it wasn't enough, I burned through my own lifespan. Every storm, every disaster, every illness came at a cost. [If the people of this world feel gratitude for your sacrifice, those points will sustain your life.] I was overjoyed. Then the system's cold voice cut in. [Humans are fickle. Gratitude only declines.]

Chapter 55 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… How could a heart ache when it no longer existed? I had become something unholy—flame-wreathed bone, a screaming soul bound in fire. When I snapped, I didn’t break—I burned. My rage flared hotter than the sun, a molten scream that cracked the earth open beneath my feet and pulled the sky down in a frenzy of tornados.

A fire lit in my chest. “I’m coming for you now.”

The burnѕ аnd the mаrkѕ, I trу tо рuѕh thе picture аwау again, but іt’ѕ hеrе with mе. As I crouch оn the соld linoleum, I wаnt tо cry for Gеоrgе and Brenda, аnd fоr thоѕе boys. I lеt thе feelings wash оvеr me аnd thе urgе tо drіnk is so ѕtrоng.

Just a few lines. *I was the flame you all feared. I was the ember no one claimed. But I chose to burn anyway. *And beneath that, scrawled in a child’s messy hand: “We’re still burning. For you.”

But I keep within me that cold lucidity: fire can warm, but it can also destroy. And it's that burn, the pain and passion mingled, that I accept, still and always.

Burn! “Burned! Oh my God ... my life will never be calm. " Said Sandro standing up.

Burning for her in a fire that I don't think I could be able to ever fucking extinguish, burning for her madly, crazily, yet again looking at her drop dead sexy picture was the only cure that could ignite the hate within me to that good for nothing bastard billionaire and make me want to have her to myself the more. Burning for her, even though I failed last time to make her mine, still I would never stop trying cause she, like the air was something I needed for myself alone. "MYSELF ALONE, NO SHITTY BODY ELSE." "NO...NO... FUCKING...FUCKING BODY"

His complexion cycled rapidly from a ghostly white to a deep, burning crimson, and finally to a sickly, suffocating blue. He realized, with absolute certainty, that there was no mercy to be found here. The bridge wasn't just burned; it had been totally vaporized. He couldn't say another word. Crying hysterically, he scrambled backward toward the grand doors, tripped over his own wet shoes, and practically tumbled down the front steps into the roaring storm outside. A few days later, the financial and tech news channels broke the story globally.

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.