Burning Bridges Book Novels & Stories

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends.

I replied smoothly while leaning back in my chair and crossing my hands over my chest. Maximus was leaning on his desk as he stared back at me. For the briefest of seconds I thought I caught a hint of sadness in his eyes but it was gone just as fast it appeared. I figured he must have had something in his eyes because the Great Maximus cared for no one or anything other than himself. He pushed himself up from the desk and stalked towards me. He slapped a book on my desk causing a loud bang to echo throughout the room. “I asked, Mr. Adams,” Max said coolly while leaning over my desk, “do you think that it was right for Hester Prynne to keep the father of her child a secret in the novel The Sc

“What? Are you afraid?” The host looked at Matthew. Matthew gave the faintest nod. “We’ll reverify, then.” The big screen switched to my account information. The people in the venue whispered. “Look at how confident she is. Could the Jackson Group actually have been revived?” “Impossible. In Astrid City, if the Fuller Group wants to destroy someone, they could do so at ease. With a plot of land so expensive rendered unusable, the Jackson Group is doomed.” “She must be completely unhinged after what her husband’s done to her. Anyone would go crazy.”

"It's a good thing Jacob is gullible. He believed you were in Manhattan even though you didn't return to your aunt's house. But did you shut up the Langham family's driver? Don't let them get a chance to attack you." "Take it easy, I always know what to do before moving forward." At the other end, Ursula let out a long sigh. "You're always playing with fire, Celine. Aren't you ever afraid of getting burned?" "I was already burnt before I even started this, Sula." Celine leaned back comfortably on the chair she was sitting on. Her eyes gazed at the road that seemed to be deserted. The driver who drove her chose to enter the freeway in order to quickly arrive at the place Celine wanted to go.

“PART TWO: On the Bus “ . . . there are no accidents. Nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen.” —William S. Burroughs” NINETY-SIX Trees along the highway like the skeletons of contortionists hired to distract commuters from the rising temperature outside. Bushfires devastated coastal New South Wales earlier that year, resulting in the death of four people. Over three hundred houses were lost. Many thought it nothing but blind luck that James Bridge escaped damage. Its townsfolk sat drinking beer on their front lawns, watching the skies roll brown as others less fortunate burned to death. Denial was the best distraction because bad things didn’t happen in places like this. Not in Th

⸻ Then suddenly— The page burst into flames. The book screamed. ⸻ Reality screamed. ⸻ The sky cracked. ⸻ And the name vanished. ⸻ Gone. ⸻ Destroyed. ⸻ Forever. ⸻ 💔 ⸻ 🌙 The Last Message The burning page released one final sentence. ⸻ A sentence directed only at Ilyaan. ❤️ ⸻ The letters glowed brightly. ⸻ Then slowly faded. ⸻ “The answer was never a word.”

The book was reviewed in four national publications within the first week. All four noted that it was unusual. Part engineering memoir. Part family history. Part of the argument about what happened to people who were structurally excluded from the families they were born into and what they built when they found their way in any way. One reviewer wrote: "Luther writes about bridges as other people write about love — with the complete conviction of someone for whom the subject is not metaphor but life itself. The book's central argument, that the invisible work of understanding what lies beneath is the foundation of everything visible, is both a professional manifesto and a deeply personal rec

“The police should be searching for you by now.“ I let out a soft exhale, leaning against the wall . “Nobody knows about this place. We could do with it until you have a a plan.” I gave a small nod. The pain in my body was nothing compared to the fire burning inside me. Damon and Clara thought they had won. They thought they had destroyed me. They had no idea what was coming. I took some time to rest after Derek left the room. Not that I could really rest. My mind kept spiraling with thoughts. Revenge. Vengeance. Call it whatever you wanted. The hatred burned in my throat. It was hard to swallow. I barely noticed the old TV flickering at the end of the room until a reporter appeared on the s

Chapter One — The Girl Who Burned Bridges The city never slept, not even when the moon was high and full, casting silvery light over the glittering glass towers of Crescent City. Neon signs buzzed. Taxi horns echoed. Humans hurried down sidewalks with coffee in one hand and stress in the other. Somewhere, music thumped from a club basement. And inside a tiny, too-warm coffee shop tucked between a bookstore and a vape lounge, Riley Hart was pretending not to exist.

"I don't believe in miracles anymore, Ben. I believe in stubbornly refusing to die. There's a difference." "Is there?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Sometimes I think your stubborn refusal to give up is the closest thing to a miracle I've seen since The Burning." The mention of The Burning made my chest tighten, as it always did. The memories were still too fresh, too raw. I could still smell the smoke, hear the screms, see the sky turning that terrible shade of orange as the world caught fire. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on putting one foot in front of the other.