Burns And Novels Novels & Stories

He barely spoke to me nor did he touch me. I was emotionally unstable and to top it all, I was sex-starved by my own husband. Well, ex-husband now and that is such a relief. ______ I woke up quite early the next morning. A part of me wished all this was a dream. Or maybe I had just woken up and none of this chaos had happened yet. But my reality came back just as I heard a knock on my door and Aunt Claudia walked in. “Good morning Emily, I hope you feel better. I just thought to check in”

Adrian shrugged and answered, “I’m telling the truth. I’ve already burned the book. If you don’t believe me, you are free to go to the Battle Warrior Tower and verify it. The ashes are still there.” “Did…Did you really burn it?” Ivy was stunned as she felt a knot in the pit of her stomach. Adrian nodded. Ivy and the redhead exchanged glances once again. Ivy burst into tears and screeched, “You son of a b*tch! Why did you burn it?! Don’t even dream about having a good life now that you’ve made life difficult for us!”

Liam held Nova’s hand. “What now?” he asked. She stared out the window. “We protect her.” “And us?” She looked at him finally. “We rebuild. From fire.” That night, in Rome, Nova returned to her journal. Cassia is not just our flame. She is fire itself. They’ll keep coming. We’ll keep burning. But now I know, my mother didn’t just die for me. She lit the match so I could find my own. She closed the book and kissed her daughter’s forehead.

"Why would a young woman like you need to live in such a big apartment? You're not getting any younger either. Who knows if you can still get married? You might as well transfer the apartment to Harrison, considering he's been dating you all these years. "Once he and Anna have a child, you can be the child's godmother. That way, you won't have to be completely alone in your old age. That would be so pathetic." Her greedy demands made me sneer. My eyes fell on the bowl of chicken soup on the table. It was still steaming a little. Smiling faintly, I hastened over to the table and grabbed the bowl before pouring the soup all over Anna's mother. Before she even realized what was happening, the s

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.

The books are just like I remember them, better than the movies. I read the book To All the Boys I've Loved Before and the books after that. Watched the movie after. To my surprise I really liked them. I decided to look more at the Author of those books and see what other things she wrote. I ended up reading The Summer I Turned Pretty and the books after that. Marke reaction, surprisingly good. I started reading Burn for Burn now. It's really good even though I've only read like three chapters and haven't really gotten to the good part. I started to draw way more too. I have a certain sketch book that I fill up and usually it takes about a school year. The one I got for my birthday that I ha

Halfway through our reunion with some friends, my fiancée went missing. I was about to look for her when comments started popping right in front of me. "What's the second lead doing, coming to his car? The male and female lead are still going at it!" "I love seeing how his new car has become the stage for the lead characters' first time!" "That's what he gets for taking the male lead's spot for too long!" Our mutuals stopped us. "Helga's gone to get you a present. You should go back and wait." "Friends for life. They're covering up for the male and female leads," read one comment. "The beautiful female lead belongs to no one but the male lead! If I were there, I’d lie to that jerk too!

The crowd erupted in quiet cheers, whistles, claps, and laughter—joy sweeping through the clearing like sunlight breaking through clouds. I found myself smiling so wide my cheeks ached. Tonight, we remembered. And tonight, we celebrated. We were more than survivors—we were something new. And we were just getting started. *Note from the author* Book two Starts in the next chapter. "What Rose From the Ashes" I hope everyone has enjoied reading "What Survived the Burn" as much as I have enjoied writing it. This is why I see no other way than to begin book two...

The flames lash toward Selena’s mangled body, wrapping around her like snakes, twisting and tightening, burning brighter with every passing second. Her body starts to burn. The dark, twisted glow that surrounded her begins to fade, eaten up by the flames. The fire eats away at her, hissing as it consumes her flesh. Her skin blackens and cracks like dry wood, breaking apart in the fire’s wake. Her bones shift and splinter, disintegrating under the heat.

Raven took one, struck it, and stared at the flame. It felt symbolic. It felt final. She touched the flame to the ledger, and it curled inward immediately. Fire licked up the edge of the page, consuming names and numbers and signatures. Jaxon stood beside her, watching the fire devour the past. "One page won’t save us," he said. "But it’s a start." Raven nodded. "We’ll build the rest together." The flames crackled louder. The smoke rose, curling in the air like the last of their denials. They said nothing more as the book burned, and the room filled with the scent of scorched truth.