Novel & Cerita "burn Those Who Burned Me!"

"Then let's go. Prep the men. We move out in two hours. I want that warehouse to be nothing but a memory before sunrise." They stand up. They leave. I am alone in the room, facing the screens. I think of Tara. Of her body going limp when the needle sank in. Of her eyes glazing over. Of that last word on her lips. Burn. I will burn, my love. I will burn so brightly that even the angels will weep. Wait for me. I'm coming for you. And then, we'll burn together. ---

The concert's atmosphere grew more intense by the minute, with everyone's focus locked on the stage. It seemed like I was invisible, blending into the shadows of the concert. The dim lights gave me a false sense of bravery. I moved to the beat of the music, letting the rhythm guide my steps. She moved with a rhythm that made the air between us tremble, every motion sent a heat through me that I could not contain. I reached for her waist and pulled her close, the sudden rush of contact hit me like fire, every cell in me coming alive.

“I’ve done everything you've ever asked, you good-for-nothing bastard. I let you use all sorts of chemicals on me just so I can look like different people. I let you talk down on me and walk all over me like I was nothing, all because of that damn antidote, and you think you can abandon me now. I promise you, I will burn it all to the ground. Do you hear me, Micheal Wilmington, I’ll burn everything to the ground.” I stopped, turning back to her.

“Burn the witches!” They threw in the burning wood and we went up in flames. With the fire burning through my veins, I screamed the spell. "By the flames that take my flesh, I rise anew from fire’s breath. Your hate shall feed my wrath untamed, In death, I live, your souls I claim. As I burn, so shall you, From this pyre, my power grew. The smoke you breathe, the ash you tread, I will return, the unforgiven dead.

She took a deep breath, and I flipped to a new page in her notebook. “Burn the darkness out from within, Claim the power that hides beneath your skin. Only the incorruptible will stand strong, While the breakable will yield to the ancient Bull’s song.” “Is that supposed to be helpful?” Verse after verse was swirling through my head, making my heart race miserably.

she said firmly, her voice taking a chastising tone. "No, this is exactly the time," I interjected stubbornly. "I saw fire today. Once you light a fire, it has to burn and it doesn't care if this is the time or place. Fire either burns brightly or it fizzles into nothingness and smoke. Without the fire, there is no light. So, are you two burning or fizzling?" I demanded. I wanted an answer. Andrew looked at me, and I shrugged. I might be confused from the drugs, but it had sounded poetic in my head.

My wrist burned. Not the sharp sting of a cut or the ache of bruised flesh. This was something deeper, hotter. It felt as if molten metal had been poured beneath my skin and trapped there. I clenched my jaw hard enough to hurt, refusing to cry out as pain pulsed through my arm in relentless waves. Beside me, Kael tightened his grip on my elbow. "What happened?" he demanded. I couldn't answer. The blazing words beneath the dragon symbol were already fading, their crimson glow breaking apart into drifting sparks. They had appeared only for a moment, yet the message was burned into my memory.

LUCIAN Burn the bridges. It was a phrase I’d forever carry with me so long as I still had fire burning through my veins. The first howl shattered the night like a blade through glass. It rose from the front lines, raw, furious and unrestrained. It was answered immediately by dozens more.

“Nah this Bennett woman is purely unhinged. Imagine being a grown-ass senior dev and doing script-kiddie revenge plots because you got replaced by a Gen Z intern lmao.” “The scriptwriters are cooking today! Bitter boomer dev tries to ruin the company, gets entirely wiped out by a literal intern. The satisfaction is real!” “Karma hit her like a truck! Keep crying, Bennett! You wanted to catch hands in the office, now you’re getting blacklisted globally.” “Protect Chloe at all costs! 🥺 Clean code, zero drama, and she actually carries the entire company. A humble queen!” “Cancel her permanently! Drop her LinkedIn, leak her GitHub, make sure this toxic cancer never touches a single line of code

The heels were resting in my lap like a heavy weight of shame. "If you're not going to wear them," Tucker said sharply, "then give them to Shelby yourself. That can be your apology." He slid the shoes toward me with quiet contempt, as though my hesitation merely proved my ingratitude. "Shelby's always been kind enough to overlook your little games," he added. His tone was sharp and unforgiving. "She won't hold it against you." Those elegant heels now felt like sharp knives digging into my heart. Every burn on my legs throbbed fiercely. They were a brutal reminder of his cruelty.