"burn Those Who Burned Me!" Novels & Stories

How much he needed to claim me. So hot. But all good things must come to an end. I pull out one of my hand-painted cards—a watercolor of Cathedral Rock up in Sedona—and flip it over. On the back I use a black calligraphy pen to write: Tom, Thank you for everything. I gnaw on my lower lip, remembering the pain that crossed his face. A woman hurt Tom, and I might be a pacifist but I’d claw the bitch’s eyes out if I met her. But it’s not my fight.

My imaginative and prescient blurs and the room spins. "Noah, please," I croak, my voice slightly audible. "You whore," he growls. "Two months far from me, and you’re already dozing with your ‘buddy’?" "It's not…" I attempt to explain, but the phrases catch in my throat as I choke. "Sir, please let her move!" Mary Anne’s voice cuts via the fog. Noah’s grip loosens, and I collapse to the ground, coughing violently. "She’s satisfactory," Noah snaps, his tone icy.

Inside, it was choked with dust. "Don't worry, Connor," one of his friends had told him during a conversation Samantha had overheard. "We've already set up the timed incendiary. You just need to lure her in and lock the door from the outside. Once it starts burning, she won't be able to get out. Based on the last fire, wait fifteen minutes, then go in and save her. She won't die—maybe just a few burns. But when she sees you coming through the flames, she'll be so grateful and start crying." Samantha had heard it all. And she was ready to let "Samantha" be buried in this fire for good.

“You’re still going to fall for her lies? She’s threatening to kill herself because she knows you care about her. I can bet my entire savings that she’d never jump!” As I watched their complicated expressions, I smiled. “Final countdown: three, two, one…” I spread my arms and fell back without hesitation. The howling wind filled my ears, along with hysterical screams. “No!!!”

"I don't blame you. But I don't want to see you again. Mom, this is the last time I'll ever call you that. In the next life, let's not meet again." As soon as the words left my lips, my form began to fade. Mom, sobbing, tried to chase after me. But all that remained in her palm was a handful of emptiness. The injustice had been cleared. It was time for me to go. Before I left, Dad and Grandpa seemed to catch a glimpse of me. They ran in my direction. I stopped, smiled as brightly as I could, and waved at them. "Dad, Grandpa, live well! See the world for a little longer on my behalf. In the next life, I still want to be your family!"

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.

Pain exploded across my face. I stumbled back, shocked as my cheek burned. The reality finally hit me. This wasn’t just a scandal anymore. This was war.

I’ve planted the seeds, I’ve planted the evidence, and now, I’m going to watch Sydney burn in the fire I started. This is my masterpiece.

Possession curling around every word like a goddamn brand. “You hear me? You’re fucking mine. Even when the whole world burns.” To Be Continued...

Her eyes, fixed upon me, were burning with a furious mix of malice and defeat. Madre slapped Ella hard across the face before Ella could even get a word in. "Is that how you apologize to someone? How dare you glance at Cynthia in such a manner! I'll gouge your eyes out if you do that again, Ella!" Ella was struck so hard that blood started spilling from the corner of her mouth, staining the clean, polished floor. I deliberately approached her, then crouched down before her, saying, "You've lost the wager, Ella."