Burned Out Book Novels & Stories

thermal acceleration" —none of which made much sense to me. But as I flipped further into the journal, the entries became more personal. More frantic. {The project is spiraling out of control. We thought we could contain it, but the models were wrong. The simulations were wrong. We’re not prepared for what’s coming.} {The heat is spreading faster than we anticipated. The atmosphere is destabilizing. There’s no stopping it now. God help us all.} My heart began to race as I read the final few entries, the words scrawled hastily, as if the person writing them had been in a panic. {The Burning is inevitable. We’ve failed. There’s nothing left but survival.}

Lana sighed. Lana almost tempted me to show her. That's when I decided to burn every book I owned. My neighbor Presley was never the same after the police and Bruce questioned Jude. It was late at night and I used my firepit to burn my books. The smell wasn't inviting like hickory charcoal. Presley was cleaning his grill as he often does. He tried to peek my way, but once he saw me glaring at him, he stopped what he was doing and hurried inside.

“Explain, please… I’m confused,” I sighed. Dee stood, walked to the door, cracked it open to peer outside, then quietly shut it again. Her irises turned a misty white. “Aza Demos Debuf,” she whispered. The spell rippled through the room like a wave. I felt it crawl beneath my skin—the air grew heavy, sound vanished. The chamber was sealed. Dee’s eyes faded back to normal as she returned to sit beside me. “The book,” she began slowly. “It was said to have been burned and destroyed centuries ago—but it chose its own fate.”

Louis choked out. I didn't look up and said flatly, "Go put out the fire first. It's too late for anything else now." Yeah, it was too late. A heavy weight settled in every firefighter's chest. They all couldn't help but wonder if Margaret would still be alive if they hadn't listened to Joshua back then. Eventually, they got the fire under control, revealing walls charred by soot. For some reason, my mind wandered back to the first time I met Joshua.

CHAPTER 76: WITH RELATION TO THE DEVIL ZAHRA'S POV The fire crackled softly in the corner of the room, casting a warm glow on the nearby furniture. I lay on the couch in Dashiell's estate, my limbs heavy with weakness. The familiar scent of the leather seats mixed with the faint smell of ginseng still emitting from my clothes. I traced a finger along the bandage on my forehead, my thoughts drifting back to Davina pinning me against the altar stone, and her vile perverted touches. The disgusting way she spoke, and the feeling of her tongue trailing up my neck, still haunted me.

I interrupted. Her cheeks went red, and her eyes brightened. With a groan, I shook my head. My wolf was growling at me even before I said, “It’s not worth crying over.” The book blew up. Every page lit on fire as it burst outward, flying in every direction. A chunk of the flaming spine hit me square in my chest. I batted it away, yelping in shock. There was a slight burn where it’d hit me, but nothing bad. I stomped out the flames and made my way to the other bits of burning paper, putting out the fires.

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Then the poetry. Handwritten. Sometimes sonnets. Sometimes messy, jagged pieces that felt like they’d been ripped straight from his chest. One read: If I could be the rain that slips down your shoulder, If I could be the sky you look up at in rage I’d let you strike me down, again and again, If only to stay close to your fire. I threw that one in the trash. Three hours later, it was tucked inside the cash register. And then came the books. First editions. Stories I’d loved. Stories I’d once read aloud to Damien in the Blackwood library when we were young and tangled in something that felt like forever.

"No need. There are three days left until the deadline I gave you to leave. If you're not gone after three days, I'll hire people to throw everything out." My icy gaze landed on Harrison as I continued, "I'll throw you out too. Trash belongs with the rest of the trash."