Burn For Me Novels & Stories

"Larissa, actions have consequences. Rita's been slandered by you over and over. For just two pieces of skin? You're getting off easy." Then he poured the entire bottle down my throat. The burn spread like wildfire through my stomach, leaving behind a numb, suffocating heat. My arms flailed weakly in the air. I had no strength left to resist. Shaking, I begged in a trembling voice, "I was wrong… please, just don't hurt the baby…" Something flickered in Milton's eyes for a split second—hesitation, maybe. But then he looked over at Rita's tear-filled gaze, and his expression turned to stone.

Silent. Burning.

And now, I live with that. So I’ll stay quiet. I’ll stay out of her way. I’ll pretend I’m too busy to notice the ache. And maybe, once the lights come down and my ridiculous birthday passes, I’ll feel something again. Or maybe not. Because when you burn someone the way I did, when you see them cry and still hold onto your pride, there’s no redemption. There’s just survival. And that’s all I’m doing now.

About doom and consequences and the world burning. Let it burn.

I had never burned a day in my life, so I never even considered sunscreen, but apparently my mate had needed it. I felt horrible for not properly caring for her. “T, are you set?” I asked. “I’m great, why?” “Uh, babe, you’re burnt. I don’t mean like a little either. You are extra crispy everywhere.” When I said everywhere, I mean everywhere. Her perfect breasts were just as burnt. A hazard of floating naked. “What?” she asked and ran into the house. “No!” I heard her yell when she finally saw herself.

I whisper into the darkness. Because even if I have to tear apart the whole goddamn underworld by hand—I’m getting out of this. And when I do, they’re all going to burn.

I paused and sat next to him. "You and I share something in common. We want the best for ourselves without using our trauma and problems to hurt people. I don't care how long you choose to push me away, the more you do that, the more I see reason to be closer with you. And, I don't care about being a target for your Mafia enemies, I will pledge my loyalty to you till the day I die,"

Instead, I just sit. I sit, and I burn.

Because maybe I don’t want to be saved. Maybe I just want to burn.