Burning Secret By Saviorkitty Novels & Stories

I think nothing I didn't take over the world I am not miss beauty Hell, I am not miss tall She doesn't want to let anyone know But I know I can see it in her eyes The hatred burns like fire Fire that was provoked The fire can't be put out Because its hidden from view Not everyone can see it But I see it leaking out From her hers, blazing. It threatens to scorch me in it. But she forgot one thing. I am the water that quenches all fire Fire runs away from me Because I put off everything in my path Nothing can stop me. Nothing can move me I'm unmovable, undefeatable. Let her try and see. CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

He’d seen me crying, pathetic, and he’d kissed me like I was air. For the first time in my life, I felt seen. Truly seen. And it was the most terrifying, exhilarating feeling imaginable. Even if it was only in the shadows. Even if it was only a secret. For now, for this fragile moment in the silent dark, it was mine. And the pack, with all its sharp teeth and sharper judgments, didn’t know. They thought I was still just Novah, the ghost. The Beta Reject by the trash cans. Let them think it. I hugged the secret to my chest. It wouldn’t keep me warm for long, I knew. Secrets had a way of burning you. But for tonight, it was enough. It had to be.

The angle made us look far more intimate than we actually were. Another picture followed, then another. Different angles, different moments. Every single one looked terrible.My heartbeat turned uneven as I scrolled down. BLACKTHORN CONFESSIONS: Guess the scholarship students have creative ways of surviving. CAMPUS TEA: Knew she was suspicious. ANONYMOUS USER: So this is how she got Professor Vale’s attention? ANOTHER USER: Adrian Laurent finally dating someone? Didn’t expect it to be her. I stopped reading immediately. My hands were shaking.

"Hey, hey. I just had to tell the truth. Not explain." "I need to know," Kamila adds. "Is it like a hand fetish, or are they hands holding things? Do you have some folder full of pictures of serial killer's hands or something?" "You'll never know." Ezekiel grins then says, "Come on, the rest of you still need to answer." "Cat videos," Jeremiah states. "I find them relaxing." "O...kay," I say. "I'm dying to hear yours, Law." He grins. "I have about fifty tabs open right now of flowers."

A red and black lace babydoll clung to her curves like it was painted on, open at the stomach, sheer over her cleavage, showing off every inch of her body. “Oh, damn,” I groaned, staring at her like she was the only woman on earth. My mouth parted, my chest tight, and my jeans strained painfully against me. “That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen,” I said, gripping her hips and pulling her between my legs. “I thought you might like it,” she purred. “Can I tell you a secret?” she asked, leaning close. I nodded, already running my hands along her curves, squeezing the perfect shape of her ass. Her chest brushed my face, and I was not complaining.

I reach into the pocket of my uniform and pull out a box of matches. I strike one. Fssst. The smell of sulfur fills the small room. It smells like hell. It smells like victory. I hold the flame to the corner of the yellowed paper. It catches instantly. The fire eats the words. It eats my mother’s handwriting. It eats the secret. I watch it burn until the flame touches my fingertips. I drop the burning scrap into the sink. It hisses as it hits the wet porcelain. It turns to black ash. I turn the tap on full blast.

The paper curled the moment it kissed the flame. Scarlet didn’t hesitate. She pressed the notebook harder into the candlelight, watching as the edges blackened, the ink blistering and fading into nothing. The words she’d bled onto those pages...plans, filth, fear, secrets...warped and vanished in a hiss. Ronan was still struggling with his shirt, fabric caught over his head like a damn blindfold. She tossed the burning book into the fireplace. And screamed.

She set them gently beside Ansel’s resting place and then placed a second slab beside the sarcophagus, unmarked, waiting. She carved a single word, her hand steady, her tears silent: Flamekeeper. She set a wick between the stones, intending to light it. But the flame caught before her touch. It burned silver, then red, then violet, bright as a soul unburied. And the light did not fade. Long after the wind howled. Long after the tunnels fell silent. Because once a secret is set alight, it can never be buried again. And the flame, now whole, would carry forward a new legend, one that honoured not just the fury of queens, but the silence and sacrifice of those who had kept the fire alive in the

If I were the one who abandoned a schedule just to be delayed for no reason, I would be more than agitated. “This is the reason I stayed too long outside,” I pointed at Sean to justify my delay. In the process of trying to defend myself and satisfy Marcus's curiosity, I end up complicating things. “I don't understand. What has he got to do with your lateness?” Marcus asked with a hint of confusion. “He's a secret spy sent by someone. Probably my rival CEOs,” I revealed to Marcus despite the absence of valid proof. I would have loved to say I was wrong, but the expression on Sean's face sparked numerous controversies.

It was such a simple concept, but in a world like this, it felt like a loaded weapon. If we exposed the truth about The Burning —about Chloe’s involvement, about the government’s role—there was no telling what kind of chaos it would unleash amongst the people. People were already on edge, barely holding on. This could push them over the edge. It could destroy the fragile peace we had managed to build here. But could I really live with myself if I stayed silent? Could I carry this secret, knowing that the people responsible for the apocalypse were still out there, hiding in the shadows?