Burning Low Mga Nobela at Kwento

My whole body is fucking burning for real now and I want to just drop to my knees and scream, but I hold it, "You know I always forget how you really are, so thank you for the perfectly-timed reminder. I needed it this time because I was actually considering staying with you. How fucking stupid of me.” She turns around and when she finally walks inside the room, I lean my body against the wall and try to control the pain, but I can’t. It’s growing. I groan in pain and open the first buttons of my shirt and fan myself with my hand because it is that bad. But it keeps getting worse. And worse. This isn’t normal, I feel like I’m on fire. And maybe I am. "Ivy!" I yell, worried, "FIRE OMEGA!"

Back in the car, every second was agony for Connor. His fists were clenched tight on his thighs, tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth. He stared unblinking at the crumbling building ahead. "Connor, relax. It'll be fine, don't worry," one of the guys said. "Yeah, there's no way it'll kill her. We've calculated everything," another said. But their voices didn't register. Connor couldn't even bring himself to speak. Then, all at once, he shot up and made for the burning building.

"This can’t be true. What the hell would I do without her?" I grabbed the glass of whiskey I had poured earlier, my hands trembling as I took a long, steady drink. The burning sensation spread through my chest, but it didn’t numb the ache in my heart. I could barely think straight, my head spinning, the tears threatening to fall. But I fought them back, not wanting to lose control.

Watching the police car drive away, I collapsed to the ground. I felt completely drained. After experiencing the same tragedy in both lives, I was at my limit physically and mentally. Michael helped me into the passenger seat of the car and started the engine. As I watched the scenery pass me by outside the window, I couldn't stop crying. Jared hadn't always been like this. I couldn't believe that a person could change so much in just a few years. Years ago, when my house caught fire, I was surrounded by flames. Just as I was at the brink of despair, Jared rushed through the fire like a hero and saved me.

My body suddenly feels hot, burning from the inside, but there’s no pain only fire. The next thing I know, I’m on the ground, gasping for air. My breaths come out like smoke. Joey finally notices and runs to me. “Luna, what’s happening?” She grips my shoulder then hisses. “Fuck! She just burned me! What in the name of Selene” I hear footsteps rushing closer. Then I smell him. My mate. “What happened?” He lifts my head gently and cradles me against his chest. “It’s okay, Addy. I’ve got you. She’s burning up.” He presses a kiss to my head and pulls me tighter.

If he kept talking low and dirty to her, she’d come for sure. “It itches, like a thousand ants are marching over my skin. I need to rub somewhere—anywhere. My muscles are poised just on the edge so that if they tighten even an eighth of a centimeter I’ll explode. I burn inside like a river of molten lava is flowing through my veins.”

My whole body is on fire. I prayed this wouldn’t happen, but it's here because Theo refuses to mark me even though I have found him. I fall to the ground, pulling at my skin to stop the burning feeling. Everywhere is on fire—my arms, my legs, even my heart is burning. I scream as I feel the pain increase with each passing second. I’m being burnt alive.

My mind is unable to register anything. Burning, I feel like I am burning. My hands and face feel like they are on fire. No, not just hands or face, my whole body is on fire. I am feeling so hot. Am I being burned? With my blurry vision, I look around me and relax a little because I am in my room. I try to move my legs but I cannot. I don’t have the energy to. Why am I feeling like this?

It isn’t until I taste copper that I realize I’m biting down hard on my tongue. I drag myself into my bedroom and crawl under the covers like that might help, like it might muffle the low hum vibrating through my body. It feels like a frequency I’ve never tuned into before. Lying down makes it worse. The moment I’m horizontal, the fire takes over my legs, burning all the way down to my toes. My chest tightens like my lungs forgot how to work. My skin feels too tight. Like I’m going to combust if I don’t cool off.

"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.