Burned Hopkins Novel Novels & Stories

I’d flip the whole damn thing over. I was curled into the corner of the pink plush sofa, knees tucked to my chest, the fluffiest white blanket I’d ever touched draped lazily over my shoulder and down my body. It swallowed my barely-there shorts and oversized T-shirt whole, cocooning me in warmth while the rest of the world faded into nothing but pages and ink. Tragedies of True Hearts. I bit my lip, failing to suppress a giggle as I read—the slow-burn enemies finally cracking, confessions spilling out after chapters of tension and denial. One reckless, emotional night where everything finally unraveled.

Twenty-Two: The Rescue Cecilia POV The doctor’s hands were cold. He pressed against my skin, checking the burns with a detached precision. He smeared the ointment over the raw spots where the clamps had been, his movements efficient. He didn't look me in the eye. His touch was detached, almost bored, as if he’d seen hundreds of girls like me wired up and screaming.

the nurse suddenly said. Two uniformed policemen walked into the ward with a notebook in hand. "Mr. Aaron Bradshaw? How are you feeling now? Can you please tell us a little more about the fire earlier?" The younger policeman, who'd introduced himself as Officer Tom Wilkins, was very gentle and kind. I used all the strength I had in me to squeeze the words from my throat. "It wasn't an accident… They tried to kill me… Delilah locked the door on me!" The ward was completely silent.

Having said that, I took William's hand and walked away, deliberately ignoring the heart-rending cries of despair that erupted from Oliver behind us. William and I had planned to spend our honeymoon in Mysthaven. Yet, before we even reached the airport, a convoy of black sedans surrounded our car. Oliver, whose body was completely concealed in clothes, descended from the car in a fit of anger and jammed the muzzle of a gun against my head. He snarled, "It's such a shame that this pure, innocent face of yours will go to waste, Cynthia! If you refuse to save me, then you and that worthless William should perish together!"

Looking up, I could see the enormous holes in the ceiling where the upper floor had fallen through to mine. The soles of my bare feet were burning, but I couldn’t feel the pain; it was like I was numb. All I could focus on was the sound of DJ’s sobs; everything else was secondary to that. When I was about four foot from the gap that I was planning on jumping, the burning bookcase that was next to DJ’s door, cracked loudly, then crumbled in on itself, falling over. DJ jumped back into his room as the bookcase fell across the gap, blocking my only path to him. Coughs racked my body as the black smoke burnt my lungs. Burning ashes floated up into my face where the bookcase fell into the fire, s

Sam sat alone on a bench a few feet away, staring at his hands, looking like a man who'd just jumped off a cliff and was only now realizing there was no telling where he'd land. I walked over and sat beside him. "Thank you," I said. "I know what that cost you." "I don't know what it cost me yet," he said quietly. "I'll find out soon enough." "If you ever need anything," I said. "A job, a place to land if this goes badly for you …you have it. I mean that." He looked at me, something almost surprised in his expression, like he hadn't expected kindness from the woman his family had spent years trying to destroy.

Outside, the sky burned red. Inside, I smiled. Because this wasn’t over. Not yet. Through the flames, Eve stepped unburned. “Hello again, Mother,” she whispered.

he cautioned. I held the flame to the wet area of the grass and it caught fire in a split second. In less than a minute the entire village was on fire, burning in, different hues of blue and orange. It was beautiful but the awful smell was horrendous and the smoke choked me, reminding me that this was a funeral. "Love?" Khai called softly. I stood up and looked at him. "You're on fire," he pointed down at my feet. They were planted in the fire but I felt nothing. I stepped out and watched my wounds heal gradually under Her light. I was supposed to burn with them.

Santiago opened fire on the east side where many of Victor’s goons stood ground. And I walked straight through the burning cars “Where is he?” I asked the first man stupid enough to lunge at me. He didn’t answer. His jaw cracked under my elbow, and I kept walking. They tried to protect him. His loyal few. But loyalty means nothing to fire. We burned through them. A full street in front of my building, in front of where Harper was, it became a war zone. People screaming not far, and fire everywhere. I heard him before I saw him.

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.