"burn Those Who Burned Me!" Novels & Stories

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

They simply needed to see that she had survived—and that meant they could too. Behind her, Arthur readied the ceremonial fire. As twilight fell, he raised a torch to the great iron brazier. The flames caught quickly, dancing like a song across the wind. Michael stepped forward. “This fire does not burn to destroy,” he said, his voice carrying over the crowd. “It burns to warm. To light. To remind us that the truth, once ignited, will never sleep again.” The villagers began placing tokens into the flames—letters of past sorrows, strips of cloth from old uniforms, torn remnants of church propaganda. The fire accepted all.

When she found the inner part of my thigh, she dug her nails deep into the flesh, making me scream from the pain while tears welled in my eyes. However, I wasn't able to move my lower body, so there was no way for me to dodge or avoid her hands. "Go on. Keep on screaming at the police. Nobody else is going to pay attention to a cripple like you," she said. "Even if you were to die in the fire, other people would just say that I was just too unlucky to have married a paralyzed, good-for-nothing troublemaker like you!" It hurt so badly that I began gasping loudly for air. I turned to look at Dakota next to me and said, "Why… Dakota…"

"And him! All three of his core surgeries? I paid to have someone else perform them! They're nothing without me!" The last scraps of dignity holding the team together were ripped apart completely. Each of them was desperate to strip the others bare, just to lessen their own share of the blame. I sat at a safe distance, unscrewing my second bottle of mineral water as I took a slow, languid sip. In the meantime, Matt couldn't endure the bone-eating agony of the toxin any longer. He started screaming as he smashed a wine glass against the floor, grabbed the largest shard, and slashed it toward his wrist.

The words echoed like a brand burned beneath my skin: Moonchild. My ribs pulsed. Once. Twice. Hard. What’s happening?

"Do you remember how you burnt the kitchen the first time you made me soup? "When it was your birthday, I carried you on my back up 18 flights of stairs just because you said that you wanted to see the stars." A tear dropped on the back of my hand, and it felt surprisingly hot. "I know that I was a jerk and that I deserve this. But Ayla, my love for you has always been genuine." He looked up at me with crimson eyes, looking like a convict waiting to be sentenced.

My eyes flickered with hurt, and my heart burned with jealousy. “Because I wanted to be sure that he wasn't lying to me.” She yelled.

His eyes burned into mine. “Apologize,” he said, voice dangerously calm. “I will never apologize. I did it on purpose,” I snapped. His hand cracked against my ass sharp, stinging. I cried out in pain. “Let me go!” I struggled, trying to shove him off. “You let your tongue wag like fire, little one.” Another smack. Harder. Tears pricked my eyes. “I’m not little. I’m not your kitten. Go to hell with your nicknames,” I hissed.

Demon says. And for the first time in days, I fall asleep between them… without fear. Because if the world burns, we’re going to burn together. And I swear on everything I have left—no one is going to tear us apart.

"I don't believe in miracles anymore, Ben. I believe in stubbornly refusing to die. There's a difference." "Is there?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Sometimes I think your stubborn refusal to give up is the closest thing to a miracle I've seen since The Burning." The mention of The Burning made my chest tighten, as it always did. The memories were still too fresh, too raw. I could still smell the smoke, hear the screms, see the sky turning that terrible shade of orange as the world caught fire. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on putting one foot in front of the other.