Burning Low Novels & Stories

"Larissa, actions have consequences. Rita's been slandered by you over and over. For just two pieces of skin? You're getting off easy." Then he poured the entire bottle down my throat. The burn spread like wildfire through my stomach, leaving behind a numb, suffocating heat. My arms flailed weakly in the air. I had no strength left to resist. Shaking, I begged in a trembling voice, "I was wrong… please, just don't hurt the baby…" Something flickered in Milton's eyes for a split second—hesitation, maybe. But then he looked over at Rita's tear-filled gaze, and his expression turned to stone.

I connected my phone and let the screen glow to life. For a while, I just scrolled—Instagram, texts, mindless nothing—filling Jade in on my apparent life sentence one message at a time. Her rapid-fire responses came through in all caps and rage emojis, which only made me snort softly into the quiet room. Eventually, though, the weight of the day caught up to me. My eyes burned. My fingers slowed. The screen blurred as my eyelids drooped lower and lower, each blink lasting a little longer than the last.

My throat felt raw, and when I tried to speak up for myself, all that came out was a harsh cough. Brianna rushed in, crying her eyes out. She practically threw herself into Caleb's arms. "I just had another nightmare, Cay. I dreamed I was burning alive in the fire. I'm so scared…" Caleb's face, which had just started to soften, tightened again as soon as he heard her.

The lavender air freshener was right by the kitchen table and I reached out to grab it like my life depended on this new scent. For all that is worth, Mr Jones shouldn't have known that I actually filed for this divorce because I wasn't even meant to do that. I had breached the contract and that is why he was here. “It was only just a threat” I muttered to myself as I cleaned. But Ethan must have spilled the tea to him. A lawyer who can barely keep his mouth shut. What kind of people do I even have in my life? “What's the worst he could do anyway, i shouldn't be scared of this old man, right?” I tried to convince myself to calm down, but nothing was working.

Pain shot through my body as I landed on a sharp rock, and I felt warm liquid begin to seep from my forehead, my arms, my back, and my knees. In the direction of the car, I heard the faint crackling of fire and, turning my head, saw the car smoking. Trying to fight the pain that coursed through my whole body, I muttered an 'I will live mantra,' as I forced myself to crawl far from the smoking car, my limbs shaking like they were going to fall out through my skin with every inch. As I dragged myself through the nearby trees,I could only think of one thing, that very mantra, and... Dashiell.

I could feel the cool air blowing, but it was not enough to quench the fire that was slowly blossoming in me. I reduced it to 10 degrees, and when I felt the heat that was burning inside me calm down, I decided that it was quite okay. I staggered back to my bed, my body yearning for something, but I was too stubborn to give in. "I can fight this thing." I reassured myself. Even though I couldn’t see myself winning this fight,

My body was burning up as if I were running a high-grade fever. "How is it now." He breaths, drawing simple patterns on my back. Drowning in you. My breaths came out harsh, I will myself to get it under control before I try to speak. "Umm...b-better." I stutter, trying to push myself up. He doesn't have it, tightening his hold on me. "What are you doing?" He grumbles. Well, you see I'm burning up and need to splash some cold water on my face because I'm afraid if I get any hotter I'll start melting. "I need to pee," I mumble, needing to cool myself down a couple of degrees.

The constant thump and whoosh of their blood gave me a life raft to hold onto. I cannot explain the pure exhilaration having the company of another gives me. Today is the sixth day of being down here. I only have one more day, one day of moping in the dark. One more day of using my fire to light up the room. I've been using it less and less. My lack of metabolism, and lack of eating caused a lack of energy and the lack of energy caused me to drain my reserves faster. It's weird how our gifts are wired to our bodies that way, isn't it?

“Hot hot hot” the possessed screamed out when its torso was reconnected to its lower half. It rolled around on the ground, trying its hardest to put out the fire. Although it couldn’t be killed by normal means, it still felt pain. After a few seconds of rolling around, the fire went out. But it wasn’t because of its efforts. The fire went out because Mane had broken his connection to it. Since the creepy thing couldn’t die, keeping his flames going would only be a waste of his inner energy. Of course the possessed that had the mind of a little boy didn’t think so. As far as it was concerned, the fire went out because of its efforts.

It's been months I'm still in New York I don't want to deal with anything I'm depressed the doctor a gave me meds to help me sleep and mood stabilizers. But everything keeps playing in my head it's my fault I lost our baby. Allen keeps trying to make me feel better I know he's hurting too but I just can't deal with anything right now so I just sleep. Maria bae how about we go to the park or how about we go back to Minnesota.