"burn Those Who Burned Me!" Mga Nobela at Kwento

He didn’t deserve my compassion; I doubted he would show me any. I wanted his dreams to burn. Beads of sweat began to form all over my body as the temperature in the room increased. I watched the tram move away and all I could think about was his goals burning to ash. I could see it smoke pillowing out, machines melting, paper burning. It brought a smile to my face. I imagined the look on his face as he watched his dreams burn. I hoped it stung, I hoped he knew he didn’t deserve his happy ending. The tram halts in its tracks, unable to fight the flames any longer. Burn, Burn, Burn I chant in my head. Demanding to see it turn into nothing more but a pile of melted metal. Part of me wished he

Playing in the game to lose I did everything for you It's all your fault It's all your fault, bitch Why you gotta be so cruel Playing in the game to lose I did everything for you I hope you suffer Now I swear we'll never make it out alive Cuz we're tied up in this burning house Tied up in this burning house Tried to save us but you watched us die Now we're locked inside this burning house You won't ever let me out Burn it to the ground, burn it to the ground Listen to the fire, revel in the sound Burn it to the ground, ground, ground Locked inside this burning house Burn it to the ground, burn it to the ground Listen to the fire, revel in the sound Burn it to the ground, ground, ground You w

That shadow in my chest. The part of me that still wonders why he didn’t choose me. The part that still remembers loving him. I close my eyes. And I whisper again. "You will burn." Because he has to. Because I didn’t survive just to stay quiet. And this time, I get to decide who burns.

She whispered against his collarbone: “They don’t own the fire anymore.” Cassian’s voice was low. “No. You do.” She looked out at the crowd. At the ash in the water. At the boy who watched from behind Nova’s leg, his drawing clutched in his hand. Then she said, to everyone: “You will forget names. You will forget policies. But you will not forget this.” “And when they come again because they will you will remember: I burned, and I walked out.”

When the other healers and assistants strolled in to prep, I stayed cool, gave them a nod. Said I forgot something. Took the rag straight to my office, locked it away. Scrubbed back in. Reset. Same damn faces. Same traitors. I locked in—no drifting into courtroom flashbacks. This time, I stayed till the bitter end. No early exits. Not even mine. Last time? I was wrecked—pregnant, exhausted. Left before the final stitch. Let someone else close. Didn't know they were all Jack's puppets. Looking at those wolves I'd fought beside, all I felt was ice.

The symbol of the old. ‘Auri, please…’ I growled, slamming my fist into the soft malleable stone that was beneath me. My knees sinking into it as it turned more and more liquid. “Let them all burn. Let it all burn.” I repeated over and over. My anger and pain weaving between them. -

Something older than gods leans closer. And every instinct I have — wolf, flame, queen — screams the same thing: Run. But I don’t. I burn.

My reflection looked like a stranger's eyes faded, lips pressed tight. And then, almost without noticing, I whispered to the glass, to the city, to myself: “Just one night of freedom. That’s all I need.” As the city lights shimmered, a dangerous thought took root in Ava’s heartone that would fire everything that followed. *One night to run, one night to burn.*

"She was the best thing in my life and living each day without her hurt more than you'd ever know. Then fast forward to that day. We were the only ones at home. I was in my room sleeping and the next thing I remain was the feeling of being scalded all over. I opened my eyes to see that my room was on fire. Serious fire, I couldn't even see anything except the fire. Panic and worry took over. I ran to where the door was admist the fire but it wouldn't open, wouldn't budge. My skin was starting to burn and someone was screaming maniacally. That person was me." God! My heart broke into a million pieces for her, for the small girl who did not deserve to go through what she had gone through. She

so I just laid in bed all day listen to Alexa playing old r&b songs like Fantasia if you don't want me don't talk to me go ahead and Free yourself if you don't want me don't talk to me go ahead to someone else. Then I heard beyoncé song come on listen to the song here in my heart a melody that's all a long time ago my time has come from my words to be heard they would not be push aside and not be heard. then the bridge came on saying I am alone at the crossroads I'm not comfortable in my own home I tried and try to say what's on my mind you should have known oh but I'm done believing you. I just stayed in bed listen to all these sad old r&b songs just to get over the hurt and pain that I was