"burn Those Who Burned Me!" Novels & Stories

I can hear her trembling breath. She grunts and drops his head, but he catches himself before he lands in the fire. She walks behind me and starts to pace. I look at her red knuckles. They are going to bruise. After a few seconds, her watery eyes look into mine. "I'm sorry..." Her shaky voice whispers. I hate that she keeps apologizing. "Nara.. You walked into the Red Revel.. You knew the rules, and everything that could have happened. A sick whore like you needed to lear She draws her gun and shoots him right between the eyes. His head falls into the flames and starts to burn.

Now, I have turned those cinders into a blade. Bennett did not lose hope, desperate to hit back after losing everything. "You think you're the winner?" The email attachment showed my face crudely edited onto explicit images, with the backdrop of our family's hotel, sent to every young member of the prominent families.

My body rocks back and forth as if I've got a limb, when the only thing that has snapped is my sanity. Walking bereft of shoes, laughing to lyself, rocking to my own tune, stopping and glancing over my shoulders before continuing on, singing to myself. Burn Burn Oh such lovely flames Orange and red, screams and wails. Maybe I'm a little out of touch with reality, maybe I'm crazy. But who says their not crazy?

Well , He always had a great voice. You tell me that you're sad and lost your way You tell me that your tears are here to stay But I know you're only hiding And I just wanna see you You tell me that you're hurt and you're in pain And I can see your head is held in shame, But I just wanna see you smile again See you smile again But don't burn out Even if you scream and shout It'll come back to you And I'll be here for you Oh I will carry you over Fire and water for your love

orchestrated by my contacts deep within the port authority. A warehouse containing goods she had personally secured through a complex, multi-layered deal—a deal I knew bore the hallmark of her meticulous mind—was mysteriously engulfed in flames. The fire was contained, but the damage was done, a plume of black smoke rising over the city like a signal fire of my rage. The message was clear, crude, and unmistakable: I see you. And I can still touch you. I can still burn what you build.

Selene read it three times, but each time she understood it less rather than more, just as Moira's answers always did, like a box that opened only to reveal another box, smaller and more tightly shut than the one before. That night she burned the letter in the fireplace, watching the paper curl and turn black before finally crumbling into ash, and realized, with a bitterness that surprised her because it was so profound, that she had in effect exchanged one fire for a life which had been made up almost entirely of things which she had never really been allowed to understand fully, and that Moira, no matter what else she might have been, had never at any time intended that situation to be alt

"Your life and everyone's lives depend on that blood." "WHAT BLOOD?! WHOSE BLOOD IS IT?! PLEASE STOP ALL THIS!! LET ME OUT OF HERE!!! PLEASE!!!" "If you're not careful, then that fire will also burn yourself." "Your fire will surely burn anyone who betrays you." "Serenity. You have to go now." "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" "AARRGGGHHHHH!!!!!"

Not to my enemies. Not even to myself. I threw back the last shot and reached for the bottle again. If I was going to burn, I’d burn with her name on my lips. If I was going to burn, I’d burn with her name on my lips. And if war was coming for her… then the devil would have to go through me first. I poured another shot. My hand trembled. Just slightly. Enough for me to notice. I stared at it — the tremor — like it had betrayed me.

I stepped into the hall, my heels clicking softly against the tile. Every step echoed the same thought, the same quiet vow. They tried to burn me alive. Now I’d burn their world down instead.

About everything he'd taken and everything he'd failed to destroy. *I burned in their spotlight* *Drowned in their fame* *Lost myself completely* *Forgot my own name* *But fire finds oxygen* *Even in the dark* *And I'm still burning, baby* *I'm still that spark* The bridge was softer. About Kai and Elena. About choosing love over destruction. *He gave me kindling when I was just smoke* *She gave me purpose when I was just broke* *Together we're building* *A fire that's true*