Burn For Me Novels & Stories

Their faces turned red, they took out their cellphones at the same time. "Miss Meiran, we're fans of you. We are rainbows. Can we take a picture with you?" Rainbows is the name of her readers. She's now a Author. Only her rainbows can only see her face because she has her own platform that only true rainbows can enter. They also have a international group chat. All her readers was there. They're so respectful. She told them that she hope no one else will know her face. They cannot tell that to others who are not part of their platform. She's very thankful and proud to them, her readers are not toxic. They're so understanding at she can handle them easily.

“I know, my love, I know. But you have to let go, Jacob. And I'm not referring to the fact that you can't do what you loved to do anymore. You have to let go of the hate you feel for yourself, love. You can't live like this, it's not good for you. You have to stop beating yourself up, Jacob.” “How?” He asked without letting go of me, “How do I do it, Vivi? How can I forget the hatred I feel towards myself?” “Living one day at a time, Jacob,” I replied, pulling away a little so I could look into his eyes. “You’ll never forget something so traumatic, especially when you have to live with the result of that moment every time you see your prosthesis. It’ll always accompany you physically, but yo

My eyes burned. "Gone."

"Don't bother inviting Joshua to the funeral. I don't want him anywhere near it. Our bond just wasn't meant to last in this life, Rue. It'd be great to see you again if there's life after this." My eyes went wide as I watched that frail figure leap from the 17th floor. "Margaret!" I screamed in pain. At the same time, I could hear the familiar wail of fire sirens.

"He wants you back. To punish you for leaving." "I know!" I snapped. "But I need protection! I can’t let anything happen to me!" "And has anything happened to you yet?" he shot back, his voice breaking. I couldn’t answer. My throat tightened as tears spilled over. "Tell my mom I loved her," I said softly. Then I turned and marched to my room to pack.

Damien I’m fuming. There’s no other word for it. My hands are clenched so tight, I can feel the pressure behind my knuckles. I storm through the front door, ignoring the gentle sound of Theo humming from the living room floor, where he’s building a lopsided LEGO fortress. He looks up, smiles at me. I try to smile back. I fail. I stride into the hallway mirror like a man possessed. I stare at myself - still in the tshirt I wore to the bakery, jaw tight, eyes too wild. This is what I’ve become. I press my palms against the wall, breathing heavily.

he scoops me up, carries me out, water still dripping off us both and i know, i know, tomorrow everything burns but tonight tonight im his and thats enough

Instead, it was to honor my father's legacy. Before long, the Moretti family returned to its former glory. We became the strongest force in the underworld, and I was known as the coldest, most untouchable woman. The old me died in that fire, yet from its ashes, I rose anew. What the flames didn't consume was my heart. It still burned, but it would ache for no one ever again.

Those words sank into my heart like a thousand steel needles. I had already spent over four years living as someone dependent, unwanted, trapped. They didn't love me. They tormented me. And yet, they refused to let me go. It was true—I could leave soon. Just not with Jonathan. I would leave on my own. My phone was still at the Sterling house. I would get it back, one way or another. And before I left, I wanted to say goodbye—to him, and to the past we had shared. "I can't walk anymore. Will you carry me?"

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