Burning Series Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 76: WITH RELATION TO THE DEVIL ZAHRA'S POV The fire crackled softly in the corner of the room, casting a warm glow on the nearby furniture. I lay on the couch in Dashiell's estate, my limbs heavy with weakness. The familiar scent of the leather seats mixed with the faint smell of ginseng still emitting from my clothes. I traced a finger along the bandage on my forehead, my thoughts drifting back to Davina pinning me against the altar stone, and her vile perverted touches. The disgusting way she spoke, and the feeling of her tongue trailing up my neck, still haunted me.

Chapter 54 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Alatap… I crested the hill, out of breath, just in time to see Zander fall to the ground. Angelica stood about ten feet away from them, her body covered in brilliant orange flames, wind whipping all around the crumbling city. I opened my mouth to yell for her to run when tornadoes began to drop all over the city. My eyes widened as her orange flames turned blue and white. What little had been left of her clothes quickly burned away, followed by her skin and muscle, until she was nothing more than a flaming skeleton.

My hatred towards this entire goddess-forsaken pack has grown exponentially. Ares has been roaring in my mind the entire time about how we are going to burn this pack down to the ground. And you know what? I’m already contemplating where to get the gasoline when I get out of here.

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

He hummed kissing me all the way up to my jaw as I made incoherent sounds at the back of my throat. "I'm burning." I let out as I grabbed his cheeks between both of my hands and made him look at me. Maybe that way, he'll see how miserable and agitated I was. I felt like my body was no longer mine. It felt so new and it wanted more than just simple touches and kisses. "My body is burning for you Caesar. Please do anything, I don't care. Take care of it, I completely trust you." He placed a small kiss on my lips and then went back to looking at me in admiration.

The last thing I remember is Zachariah picking me up and holding me close as he then runs back toward where the camp had stopped. All I feel is the burning. It seems to be intensifying and running through my body in waves, burning more and more until I hear his tiny little voice. It was soft to start with, and I couldn’t make out what he was saying. Then there was a small break in the burning and I could finally hear him. “It’s okay, Mummy. Relax, you will be better soon…” The burning continues to lessen as I feel the warmth I always feel coming from Darius when he uses his gift. I stop fighting the burning and allow the warmth to fight and overcome it instead. It isn’t long before I hear hi

Dante looked at the manuscript on the kitchen table — the fourth novel, complete, the final work of the series that had been the story of their life told in the order the life had happened. "Title?" he said. Elian had been waiting for the question. The pause had the specific quality of the answer being ready. "The Morning," he said. Dante held it. The Morning. The whole series completing in two words — the journey from the four AM hotel room to the kitchen with the light and the coffee. "Yes," he said. "That's right." "It's right," Elian said. They stood in the kitchen — the same kitchen, the title kitchen, the kitchen where everything lived — and the fourth novel was done, and the series wa

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

If she saw me zoning out one more time, she’d definitely start bugging me. We kept walking, and Veronica was her usual chatty self, typical Veronica, always rambling about milk tea and romance novels. She can stay up all night reading those love stories, but when it comes to our class textbooks? She’s already yawning by the first page. We were already inside the milk tea shop, I had my drink in hand, but Veronica was still at the counter, arguing with the server about the quality of the sugar used. A few more minutes passed before she finally wrapped things up and marched straight over to the table where I was sitting.

A performance they hooted at. But Kai’s eyes never left mine. I froze, caught in his gaze like prey. His mouth moved under hers, but his eyes, his eyes, told a different story. There was no heat there. No hunger. Just that quiet, burning challenge. You started this, baby girl. You started this. And now you’re going to watch. A beat passed. Then another. And something low in my belly pulsed, heat blooming in a place it shouldn’t. It was messed up. So, so messed up.