Burn Trap Novels & Stories

“And Barrington said you should call him tomorrow morning.” “Ah yes, I forgot to call him back,” Aiden said as he finally fixed his necktie. Barrington was his lawyer, and he phoned him the other day asking him how to go about suing that unprofessional lady who almost gave him a third-degree burn. “I will have Suki contact him tomorrow.” “How's Suki doing?” Dusty asked. “Is she still wearing those tight skirts and thin silk shirts?” “No, I'm not doing this with you. I told you the women in my office are off limits,” Aiden warned.

through the vibrations in the rock. ​They breached the main sea-gate of the facility with a controlled acoustic blast. ​The interior of the Burn-Labs was a nightmare of industrial madness. Thousands of captive "Bloom-Kin" were suspended in glass tubes, their bioluminescence being drained into massive capacitors. They weren't being killed; they were being used as Biological Batteries to power Thorne’s Great Shaker—the machine meant to vibrate the Earth’s crust until the "Wild" was shaken loose.

"Stop being delusional. I won't forgive you so easily." I freed myself from Terence's grasp and rose to my feet, preparing to leave. "Terry! Someone's willing to invest in our shop! We're going to make it through this month!" Just then, Rebecca arrived on the scene. She was dragging a luggage bag that was stuffed to the brim with cash behind her as she gushed excitedly about how they were going to survive their financial crisis. "Treasure Trove will shut down sooner or later. We just have to make sure that we crush her into the ground!"

Elian held his gaze for a moment — the grey-green eyes doing that thing again, that translation — and then he turned back to the window. "How far to Budapest?" he asked. "Two hours." "I need to contact someone. My handler. To let them know I'm still alive." "Not yet," Dante said. "Not until we know the channel is clean." "What does clean mean to you? Specifically." "No Meridian intercepts on the line. No tracking signature on the device. No location stamp." Dante glanced at him. "Your current burner — how old is it?" "Eleven days." "Dispose of it. I have clean hardware in the bag behind your seat."

After Sue was taken away, I immediately contacted a moving company and a locksmith. The entire process happened so quickly that even I found it unbelievable. Seven years. I had actually lived with a piece of trash like her for seven whole years. Just thinking about it made my skin crawl. While packing, I discovered a spare tablet of Sue's hidden deep inside the closet. I don't know what came over me, but I turned it on. One of her secret social media accounts was still logged in.

Not checking me out in the ogling kind of way, he was staring at all my scars. I have claw marks, bite marks and most recently added the torture marks from the silver dust coated weapons of choice from the last pack that held me captive and the coated barbed wire they tied me down with. Usually I covered my body enough to hide them all but right now I was in hardly any clothing, barring it all. He took a couple steps closer putting him close enough to be able to reach out and touch. Which is exactly what he tried to do before I slapped his hand away, “Nuh uh uh, touch me and I’ll bite your hand off.” He looks at me then raises his eye brows and smiles, “Think you can fit it all in?” He taunt

Aiden Sydney had been missing for hours. I went to her old apartment, checked at Mike's place and both flats were unoccupied. Though her car was parked near the building. Did she run away with him? NO! My heart refused to believe that. My phone ran again and this time it was Michael – "We caught him, Mr Reiner," he said, "the suspect on that tape we caught." "Mike?" I inquired. "You won't believe what he was trying to do. He was attempting to blow up our weapons storage facility! We discovered him trying to enter with forged credentials. He is adamant on speaking with you. What are your recommendations? Should we contact the authorities?"

Boredom makes you do crazy things, like how Neal was counting the little bulbs on the chandelier. He was bored. There was nothing to entertain him and he is tired of staring at the walls and the forbidden door. He tried his best not to look at it, because that brought the memories of events happened yesterday. An odd tingles filled Neal's stomach when he remembered the things happened between him and Hunter. It was embarrassing. Neal pulled his hair with both hands urging himself to forget about that.

They have already killed my family. "Any last wish," he asks as he unlocks the safety of the gun. I shook my head slightly as my eyes shut on their own. What was he thinking I would order a burger in the last few minutes if not seconds of my life? "Well, Bye-bye then," Dean said. I waited for the gun to fire and explode my head but it never came, even after a minute had passed. Having some courage, I slowly peeled my eyes open to see a third of the intruders grabbing Dean's hand.

Three days before college started, my enrollment papers were destroyed, and my acceptance letter vanished. I lost it. "Didn't I tell you not to touch my stuff? You ruined everything I've worked for!" Brenda, my mother, acted offended. "I was just cleaning up for you. "I never went to college. How was I supposed to know those papers mattered so much?" My half sister, Kelsey Walker, scoffed from the couch. "Sucks for you. You should've kept them somewhere safe. Just take a gap year and apply again next fall." I did. But the pressure became too much. My mental health spiraled, and I eventually overdosed. Then I opened my eyes again. It was five days before college started. This time, I