Burning Bed Book Novels & Stories

Jaden walked into my bathroom, then he looked through the window. “A mother and children used as metaphor could only mean a tree. Yes he’s talking about the tree at the back of this building” I darted off to the tree, I saw the Kitchen head walking close to that tree. I ran but she picked the book. “Now handover the book to me” I ordered in a tensed voice. “Here you go ma’am” She gave me the book and continued walking. I sighed out of relief. I quickly ran and got petrol. Soaking the book in it, I used a lamp to light the book. It burned, I saw black shadows disappearing into thin air.

Madison storms into the bedroom with a look of rage in her eyes. "What are you doing in here?" She demands to know. "I just wanted to see what she looked like," my five-year-old self begins to stutter. "I am your mother now," Madison hiss at me as she rips the book from my hands. I watch in horror as Madison tosses the book into the fireplace, and the flames immediately consume the book. Tears roll down my cheeks as I watch the book burn before Madison drags me out of the bedroom. As the memory fades in my mind, the tears in my eyes do not. Tears stream down my face as I look at the woman before me. Suddenly, it all clicks together like puzzle pieces.

It's different, grander, than the one I looked at on the website. The balcony larger, an entire living room area before you reach the huge bed. I can’t help but swallow at the sight of the bed. The one in the pictures was a wooden headboard. This one has poles that reach the ceiling, wrapped in black leather. It somehow seems this bed was quite purposely chosen. I almost expect to see some handcuffs hanging from them. Honestly, I'd wondered if I would walk in and see whips, rope, shit even some knives on the comforter, but there's nothing. Just an extremely fluffy looking black comforter, asking me if I'll be naked on it tonight.

I looked down. Then I saw it. Her door was open just a crack. Inside, under her bed—barely visible—a thick old book. Red cover. Frayed edges. It glowed for a second. Faint but real. I stood. "Hey," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "What’s that?" She froze. "What’s what?" "Under your bed. That book." Her head tilted, eyes sharp. Not like before. Not worried. Watching. "Don’t go through my stuff, Selena."

Every time I slept with Jennifer Brooks, I noticed that she had changed the sheets. After we finished one night, I finally asked her about it. Jennifer traced her fingers across my chest and gave me a gentle smile. "Obviously, it's because your good friend sweats so much. Every time, right before you and I do it, he gets jealous and insists on going first. I never knew a man could sweat that much during sex until I met him." My mind went blank. I stared at her in disbelief. "What did you just say?" She met my gaze, her lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Connor, your father was tortured to death in bed by the women your mother hired, not by me. So every time you lie th

“Maybe that’s one of your many powers. Upside down reading.” I close the book and glare at him. He raises his eyebrow at me, before walking around to his side of the bed, easily sliding on. The bed is so large it doesn’t even dip as he lays down on it. His smell engulfs the space around me, permeating my senses. I start squirming, not sure what to do with myself as unfamiliar thoughts slide into my mind. “Firefly,” he says tightly. “You gotta stop with your thoughts, I can smell you. It’s driving me insane.”

Somewhere in the mess, a candle lay knocked over, wax hardened against the side. Then came the image again: Cassie and Ledger, laughing, holding hands. That stupid kiss. Her fingers flicked the lighter and a flame burst forth. Then she released her finger. She repeated the motions a few more times before leaving the flame on. Her eyes fell on the book shelf and before she knew it, she was setting the books on fire. “Let’s see how perfect she looks when everything’s gone.” The flames caught on the curtains and then began to spread. There was smoke and heat.

With a sudden, jarring jolt, she found herself awake, gasping for breath, her heart racing wildly within her chest. The room was heavy with the pungent scent of ash, a thick fog of smoke lingering in the air, wrapping around her like a suffocating shroud. Her gaze was drawn to the Book lying wide open on the wooden floor next to her bed, its aged pages fluttering as if stirred by an unseen wind. The pendant that had once been a mere trinket now blazed with a fierce glow, radiating warmth and an unfamiliar power. As she leaned closer, a word—burned into the very fabric of the parchment—caught her eye, not inscribed with ink or blood, but scorched as if marked by a divine hand:

he brother Brian asked as Tyler returned to the living room. "She couldn't find the disc," he shrugged, grabbing a beer and flopping onto the couch. "No shit. Her room's a fucking mess," Brian muttered, taking a deep swallow of his own drink. Tyler just smiled and took a long drink himself. Upstairs, Tina staggered into her small bathroom. It only had a toilet and sink, but that's all she needed right now. She wiped the cum from her ass and splashed some cold water on her face before returning to her room and falling into bed. Her ass hurt from the double assault of masturbating and then Tyler's visit, but it was the best soreness she had ever felt, and she could hardly wait until it happene

Expensive furniture, books that had never been read, a desk that screamed ego. The kind of room that exists to reassure a man that he’s important. I walked straight in and poured gasoline across it all. Desk. Chair. Rug. Walls. Then I took the lighter out. Flick. The flame appeared. Small. Innocent. Lies. I tossed it onto the soaked rug and stepped back. The fire caught immediately, hungry and fast. It climbed the desk like it was alive, curling up the wood, licking the edges of everything he thought was permanent.