Burning Heart Book Novels & Stories

so I just laid in bed all day listen to Alexa playing old r&b songs like Fantasia if you don't want me don't talk to me go ahead and Free yourself if you don't want me don't talk to me go ahead to someone else. Then I heard beyoncé song come on listen to the song here in my heart a melody that's all a long time ago my time has come from my words to be heard they would not be push aside and not be heard. then the bridge came on saying I am alone at the crossroads I'm not comfortable in my own home I tried and try to say what's on my mind you should have known oh but I'm done believing you. I just stayed in bed listen to all these sad old r&b songs just to get over the hurt and pain that I was

“I mean girls usually pick men like their daddies, right?” “I see.” I want to tell her I’ll be different, to promise to be available, but of course, I can’t. I have nothing to offer Jasmine Gray. Not even my heart which wasn’t much worth having, to begin with. No, I left my heart back in Kentucky the day I enlisted and became one of the government’s human weapons. Except it turns out I’m not human. I guess the joke was on them, huh? I pull the steaks and corn off the grill. “Are you hungry, sweetheart?” “Starved,” she says. Good. Because my monster is dying to feed you. Whatever the fuck that’s about.

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

Love, From Eleanor. And so, I named them Vivian, Janice, and Susan. All are now beautiful, grown-up ladies, and dreadful warriors. But I can’t tell you who is mine, for I don’t know. And while one may seem cursed, trust me, I didn’t willfully do that, neither can I lift it. She would have to bear it. After all, she’s faced her mother twice. One, as the blood Queen. And the other as Eleanor. And in both circumstances, she wasn’t destroyed. Her name is Susan Hill. And she is one with The Consuming Heart.

he says and I shake my head, refusing his threats. “Or…” he says and takes his hands completely off of me. He opens the book and flip through slowly, his fingers teasing the edge of the white pages the way I wish he would tease my hard nipples. I press my legs together, looking for a way to keep down my lust and the crazy thoughts as a drop of juice slides out of my pussy lips into the lady panties I have on. “Or…” he says again and runs his finger down the page of my last writing. Tomorrow morning is Christmas morning.

Jayce whispered, “And we burned.” BOOK ONE COMES TO AN END

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.

(Hannah’s POV) The smell of burnt wood and ash still lingered in the air as I stepped over the caution tape. The building had been nothing more than a quiet corner bookstore—one I’d passed dozens of times without much thought. Now, it was a skeleton of charred beams and shattered glass. I swallowed hard. Standing here, in the middle of what was once a thriving business, made everything feel more real. This wasn’t just a story; it was someone’s life in ruins.

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Just real. “You were alive,” he said, like that covered everything. “There are plenty of people alive. You didn’t drag them home.” He almost smiled—just a tiny lift, the kind that changes the air. “None of them had what you’ve got in your chest.” She went still. “You can see it?” “I feel it. What is it?” She looked at her hands, neat and bandaged, cared for by someone a little too practiced. “I don’t know. Wen Lihua. I was—am?—the Wen Clan’s failed daughter. Couldn’t cultivate. Three days ago, I survived a fire. Now something in me just—” she set her hand over her heart, “burns.”