Burn Trap Novels & Stories

Set Fire and Burn Trigger Warnings: Abduction, Violence, Murder/Assassination, Strong Language, Sex, Death, Substance Abuse, Dismemberment, Blood/Gore, Mutilation of Corpse, Sexual Assault, Crude Language, Immolation, Imprisonment, Voyeurism, Illegal Activities, Bondage, Prejudice, and Miscarriage. Not all family is blood, some family is found. Wounds take time to heal. Now shut up, sit down, and read this book like a good little mortal.

Something in my gut said that there was no way that Bieve would kill my children even if she lost her fucking mind. “Trey we need to check if they are in there.” I said in a whispered tone looking at the collapsing building. “We will Beau we will.” Trey said with tears running down his face. The fire department was having trouble putting the fire out. It took almost five hours of waiting for them to say that the scene was safe and we could look around and investigate if our kids were in the building or not. As we looked around I saw three portable bassinets and in each was a chard porcelain doll. “Trey, oh god. There alive, I’m going to kill her.” I said going from excited to angry in a slit

"Hello? Hello, can you hear me? How do you use this thing? Oh, it's on." Caleb's father froze with the chair in midair. Everyone's attention shifted to the screen. "I'm Ray from South Gate Salvage. Yesterday afternoon at three, a young man named Noah Hamilton brought me an Alienware laptop to sell." In the video, a middle-aged man stood among piles of old electronics. Caleb whipped around and stared at the screen. Ray scratched his head and continued, "The motherboard was completely burned. It wasn't worth fixing. I paid him seventy dollars for scrap.

I said, coating each word thick with sarcasm. “No—I mean with my hands. You know how they’re always warm? Well, I left them on the stove for a while when I was talking, and I took them off to boil some water, but the second I put the pot on the stove, the water boiled like crazy. My mom checked it out and said something else turned it on and burnt the burner to the core.” “So, it’s either you’re fire-proof or your hands got too sweaty from talking.” “El, I’m serious.”

They both needed a break, so the night would prove interesting, but important to their sanity as well. “Good grief, it’s busy tonight. You’d think hell opened its gates for the evening.” Trisha laughed and handed her a beer, the lime already bobbing up and down in the light colored liquid. “I know, right? You definitely know how to pick ’em.” She took a quick swig of the beer, the smooth flavor running across her tongue and pulling a sound of appreciation from her. She breathed in deeply, so grateful for the smoking bans in Texas. Back in her twenties, the bars and clubs allowed smoking, and if you were a non-smoker there was only so much you could handle before it was time to pack it up and

It would be remembered. I shudder again remembering the death threat. Well, it isn't a threat, it is my looming reality now. Normally, anyone who threatens an heir wouldn't be able to draw their next breathe. I guess Blackthorn Sovereign reserves the right to kill heirs with no consequence. Cassian returns and inclines his head. “The bath is prepared, Miss.” I spin on my heel and he follow quietly. The bathroom gleams in white and gold marble, steam curling lazily toward the ceiling. The familiar scent registers immediately, warm, floral and deliberate.

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

Rangga gasped, his voice raspy from the sulfur. "Don't get cocky," Arung warned, pulling him into a narrow crevice behind a massive, calcified rock formation. "We're in the vents, but we're also trapped. If they detect the temperature spike in this chimney, they won't waste time—they’ll saturate the area with thermobarics."

The three men crouched in a corner, gripping steel pipes and baseball bats like strays waiting for a meal. The elevator reached B1. Mia dragged a suitcase behind her. Landon followed with Noah in his arms. The garage was dim. Heads down, they hurried toward the parking spots. Bang! A steel pipe slammed into a concrete pillar two yards in front of Landon. Sparks flew. Landon froze. Three figures stepped out from behind the pillar. Andy rolled his shoulders, dragging the pipe across the ground with a harsh screech. "Oh? Going somewhere? In a hurry to die?"

the bar tender cried as a string of blood flow from his nose with dark bruises on the side of his lips. "You'll pay for what you did bastard." he sternly warned as he abruptly let go of the man's colar. The bar tender stepped out of the cubicle, limping by the impact of being push down on the floor. Allen look at the photographer who was panting and tears displayed on his face, his suit was wrinkled as his legs was closed tightly with his hand in between. He was sweating and blushing despite being half wrecked at this point. It was turning Allen on but he need to gather his whole will to not touch the young man like he was thinking right now.