Novel & Cerita Burned Book Review

He snapped furious, “I didn't ask to lose a fucking leg. I didn’t ask to live with the constant fear of stepping wrong and hurting myself or the pain that invades me after something like that. I didn't ask for the nightmares that refuse to leave my dreams. Do you have any idea how horrible it is to have a fucking nightmare and end up on the floor because you forget you're missing a leg because you wake up and try to get up? I hate it, Vivienne. I hate it! I didn't ask for this!” “You didn't ask for it, but you did look for it,” I replied, my words stunning him. “You looked for it when you decided to be a firefighter, Jacob. You looked for it on every rescue you went to, in every fire. The fa

The scorching heat was nothing like the cold that seeped from skin into bone, from bone into the soul. I raised my hand and pressed my fingertips against the window. The glass was warm, and so was my hand. I could feel my blood flowing reassuringly under my skin. My heart was still beating steadily. Everything was alive. I was alive. The assistant flipped through her documents beside me before suddenly asking, "Ms. Scott, when you were in that team back home, you were… miserable, weren't you?" I withdrew my hand and tilted my head slightly to look at her, my interest piqued. "Why would you think that?"

It looked as though the place had been ransacked, due to the books being scattered in every direction. I knocked around some of the books with the tip of my sneaker, surprised that not all were destroyed beyond recognition. I picked up one of the many plain bound books and looked at the cover. The top and bottom corner was burned off of the book, and the cover hung by a few threads, but there was still some sense to the handwritten words inside. The cover of the book read, "1836" I flipped the book open to a random pace, surprised to find the inexperienced writing of a child.

He struck a match, and the flames leaped, consuming the pages, the highlighted words, the very essence of her former intellectual life. Amara watched the fire, a hollow ache in her chest. It wasn't just a book. It was a symbol. A message from Dante. He wasn’t just taking her freedom; he was taking her mind, her spirit, her very identity. He was burning away her past, isolating her from every source of strength she had once possessed.

The warmth from the fire didn't really ease the uneasy feeling growing inside me. Taking a deep breath, I opened the book. Each page turn felt like stepping back into a past I wanted to forget. The flames continued to dance, casting a flickering light that seemed to play along with the emotions swirling within me. I turned another page, the words becoming guides through a landscape of recovery I wasn't sure I was ready to navigate. Memories, like shadows, crept in as the fire crackled. Each sentence seemed to awaken echoes of my own experiences. It was as if the library held its breath, waiting for me to absorb the weight of those stories and somehow find my own path within them.

The page he had opened was burnt off. “This is the second book with Odette that has a page missing just when it's about to become about her!” he declared, the tone of his voice increasing in irritation. My heart dropped to my stomach once more as I quickly flipped through the pages of the book in my hands. But just as Cassian had observed, the pages of the book with me were also burnt off at the page that was supposed to be about Odette… “No… No…” I mumbled as I quickly started flipping through the rest of the books.

Adrian shrugged and answered, “I’m telling the truth. I’ve already burned the book. If you don’t believe me, you are free to go to the Battle Warrior Tower and verify it. The ashes are still there.” “Did…Did you really burn it?” Ivy was stunned as she felt a knot in the pit of her stomach. Adrian nodded. Ivy and the redhead exchanged glances once again. Ivy burst into tears and screeched, “You son of a b*tch! Why did you burn it?! Don’t even dream about having a good life now that you’ve made life difficult for us!”

After collecting them, I found one last room in the building. The books were completely destroyed, pages burnt to the point where the words are unreadable, and the leather-bound titles melted into unrecognisable words. One book, however, I found hidden away in a cubby within a desk. Untouched by the fire that turned the rest to ash, I run my fingertips across the words on the cover. "The Great Demise: The Fall of the Moon Goddess"

They didn't really care who won or lost, as they were all hoping to personally witness the fabled Bryant family curse, or at least see the hideous monster that would come about if the curse wasn't lifted. … I trailed my hand slowly down William's abdominal muscles, but the sudden heat and magnitude took me aback, causing me to let out a surprised cry. "Didn't they say you're incapable in that regard, William?" William gently rested his chin on my shoulder. His tone conveyed a bit of feigned indignation while saying, "You ought to know that rumors are not to be trusted, darling. I'll use my body to prove it to you." I could feel his body burning up, and his profound blue eyes were fixed solel

"If you don't believe me, then fine. I thought we could help each other, but if that's how you see me, there's nothing left to say." She laughed cruelly. "If you can't take the heat, just beg. I want to see if that pride of yours can actually break." I didn't want to hear another word, so I hung up. Blazewing noticed how upset I looked and leaned closer. "What happened? Why even call her?" "I just thought maybe we could work together," I muttered with a sigh. The moment he heard that, his eyes flashed with anger. "Why would you ever try to work with her? She's awful! She tortured me in our last life, and if it weren't for her, I never would've been torn away from you!"