Burn Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You know, you make absolutely no sense right now, I'd never stoop so low" "Oh so, this is me stooping low uhn? No you tell me I'm stooping low, what the fuck you know bout that? Tell me man, what you know bout that. Mel is a hundred times better than that stupid Tara. Guess your head injury is affecting your thinking now" Wait this really was getting out of hand besides Tara? "What had my head injury or Tara got to do with this?" Jordan asked this time more confused than angry. "Oh you think I did not know? That day at.....

Burn it closed or you bleed out in five minutes! With a desperate, animalistic grunt, Arung slammed his thigh directly against the glowing, super-heated lip of the iron-rich vent pipe protruding from the rock face. The sickening smell of scorched skin, burning denim, and melting flesh instantly filled the cramped alcove, thick and cloying. He bit down so hard on his own lower lip that the metallic taste of fresh blood flooded his mouth, anchoring him to reality as the searing heat cauterized the arterial tear in his thigh, sealing the catastrophic wound shut with a agonizing layer of charred, blistering scab-tissue.

He unbuttons his black leather tunic and shoves the heavy material aside, exposing his bare chest. Zanele’s laughter dies instantly in her throat. Her eyes widen in absolute horror. Stretching from his left shoulder, down across his ribs, and carving deep into his abdomen was a horrifying, raised scar of blackened flesh—the permanent, unhealable mark of a Bloodmoon Fire penalty, where the skin had been burned straight to the bone.

Bright

My muscles tightened, and my skin burned as if it were being stretched to its limit. Rage bubbled inside me, uncontrollable. My fists clenched, and the impact against the solid wood of the table echoed through the office. The furniture creaked under my uncontrolled strength. I grabbed the first bottle within reach—something strong, anything that would burn more than the fire consuming me from within. The whiskey slid down my throat like glowing embers, but not even that could soothe the inferno in my veins.

"I'm fine. We’re both alive. I love you. I can’t lose you. Noah. Never. I can’t." Behind us Apex Fitness is burning from both ends. Smoke is pouring out the back door. Bex is sitting in the snow with her burned arm held against her chest saying, "What the fuck, what the fuck," over and over again. Jordan's got his hands on her shoulders, telling her it’s going to be okay. He’s already called emergency services. Thank fuck. I’m the Alpha, but I’m finding it difficult to think. I look up. The lot's not empty.

Then I stopped. Bren lay still the warrior from the early scavenging run. His arm wound had been bandaged fresh, but his face looked bloodless. His breathing came in shallow, irregular pulls—not rest, but struggle. Aria approached. “He spiked a fever last night and has not woken. The wound looked clean, but infection spread inside. I exhausted the yarrow and honey paste. Nothing reverses it.” I watched Bren’s chest rise and fall unevenly. He was no shadow from my history—just a loyal pack member slipping away.

Atticus POV (super cute Atti!) Nana was talking to me again while she put more sunscreen on my neck. She always puts too much. It feels cold and sticky, like a slug sliding down my back. “Atti, you’ll burn if you don’t let me put this,” she said. “But Nana,” I said, “did you know that burns have levels? Like Level 1 is just red and Level 2 has bubbles, and Level 3 is super bad, and you have to go to the hospital. And firemen get burns too even if they’re brave.”

She looked at me in a daze. "Did I get him?" she mumbled. "Yeah, baby. You got him good, now lets take care of you." I replied as I applied pressure to the wound. "Their are two ambulances on the way." Dad called as he rushed over. Hound and Jackal were elevating her leg while Dad helped me with the pressure. "He can't hurt them anymore..." Ruby mumbled as her eyes rolled back in her head. "Ruby, baby. You have to stay awake. Please stay awake. Look at me baby." I pleaded. She looked at my face and a ghost of a smile washed over her.

he yelled running toward us. "It's ok, Dad. We're both ok. She's safe." Leo said as he got up. "Jake, take my spot." Leo said as he hugged Bear. Jake got up and moved to Leo's chair. Bear came over to Layla and she stood but wobbled a bit. "What's wrong?" Bear asked her. "I fainted. Low blood sugar coupled with... " she gestured to Billy and Bear looked. If looks could kill, Billy would have been dead twice.