Burning Bed Book Novels & Stories

He nodded slowly and before he could say anything more, the bedroom door swung open. Erick and Jess stood at the doorway; they were both breathless, so we knew they were running. Jess held one of the thickest books I had ever seen; it was a large brown book with golden decals swirled throughout the cover. In the front of the book, in a silvery oval was a white infinity symbol I didn’t quite recognize and then written in white above the symbol read: Book of Magic. “Woah…” I breathed, staring at the book. It was real.

The shelves held the exact books and as I flipped over it was still written in that language I couldn’t understand. With shivering hands I shut the book and kept it back, I had to find a doorway as soon as possible because if this place was real that meant the fire monster was also real. Something shiny caught my eyes from the shelf, when I pick it up I realized it was the same book the fire monster had entrusted into my hands. But the strangest of it all were the burnt marks that were on the edges of the book, exactly where its fingers had been. The fire monster was definitely real and that frightened me more than anything. I flipped through the pages but just like before I couldn’t read it

I reply. He grabs a book on the bedside counter, and I recognize the cover. Chasing Red by Isabelle Ronin. A lot of things have been removed from my room. “She was fire, and I wanted her to burn me,” he reads on the cover. He sits on the bed and pats on his lap. I pull my lower lip between my teeth and walk towards him and sit on his lap. He wraps his arms around my torso and places the book in my hands. “What do you love most about reading?” he asks, and rests his chin on my shoulder.

I thought as my head turned to a small window in the room. I saw smoke. I ran towards it, and there I saw the book being burned in a small fire. I quickly ran outside, but it was too late when I got there. Fire consumed the entire book. Madison had burned the book. I cried. How will I ever learn about my pack and my mom anymore?

I'm so distracted by my thoughts that I don't notice that there's something just under my bed until I accidentally kick it. What was that? It was hard. I get on my knees and look. My eyes find a book, leather-bound and thick, yet small compared to the others. I know this book. It's the one that got me suspended for two weeks. The book about the Emberborns. I stare at the book in my hand, growing angrier with each passing second. Who the hell came into my room to put it here? These people are really trying to get me in trouble. If this is found here...

He turned and openly rolled his eyes at the 'exile' part and then he scoffed again. "Please, which normal person would fall asleep next to a fire with a very burnable book in their hand?" My mind instantly fell back to that night. I had been reading Percy Jackson, one of the books that Latifah had gotten for me. I was feeling cold in the room so I went to the fireplace, laid on the floor and started reading. Then the next thing I remember was waking up. Huh, I guess I did fall asleep. But wait. How on earth did he know that?

He took me straight to his room and just told me to stay in his room area and not go anywhere until he came. And here I am .. spending almost two hours sitting in front of the fireplace with a five hundred page book at my feet cross-legged on the sofa while the night view from outside the window. I've finished fifteen chapters of a classic themed book with erotic elements, and I'm already immersed in it. I even imagined myself in certain chapters. And now... I'm bored and worried at the same time.

Something on fire. I looked out of my bedroom door only to see a woman burning some familiar books in the gardens. I paused looking back inside my room at my study table only to see all the books I had snuck out of the library to keep in my room had disappeared. I pulled on the first clothes I saw, to run downstairs to stop the woman burning my books. Those were books about my father that I had gotten from the library with great effort, how could someone just come up to burn it?

Step by step, they ascended the narrow stairs, the air thick with the scent of smoke and something old and bitter. At the end of the hall, Aurelia’s bedroom door stood slightly ajar. Christopher pushed it open. The room was empty except for one thing—a burned book lying on the bed, its edges charred and brittle, ashes scattered around it. Isla leaned closer, eyes narrowing. The cover was mostly destroyed, but one word remained clear: Confession. She flipped through the blackened pages, the fragile paper crumbling beneath her fingers. One page survived almost intact. Scrawled hastily was a single line:

Division 24 The man looked confused. "The deaths? It has been peaceful in this area." Beatrice frowned. "How so." She mumbled to see a figure leave the church through the other door close to a burner. "Ha! Something is burning." She said, and the father turned to have his eyes widened. They both walked to the pulpit of the church and behold a book was on the burner while the fiery fire burned. Father Jude had gone to bring water to quench the fire and when the fire that had been burning was quenched, Beatrice squinted her eyes to see that three of the books in the burner had burnt to ashes but one had not burned..not a single scratch on its body.