Burns And Novels Novels & Stories

That night, was the start of something fantastic. That night, I welcomed the best thing that ever happened to me. Or at least that's what I thought, until I met him... Natalie and Kane's story will continue in ‘In Flames’

The earth shook beneath us, dust spilling from the broken walls as fire rose higher, brighter, until it felt like the sky itself was burning. I clutched Kieran to my chest, his body arching in my arms, every breath a blaze. Heat burst from him in waves, searing my skin raw. My burns screamed, begging me to let go. But I held tighter. The girl cried out and stumbled back, her small hands thrown over her face. The flames lit her hair and cloak in red. She shielded her eyes, but I could still see the creatures through the fire.

he said, eyes already gone dark. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Time stopped. Matteo yelled something. Lazaro’s finger curled. And I knew he was going to pull the trigger. To be continued... Chapter 38 – Burn Them All Amara The city burns. Flames eat through rooftops like hungry mouths, smoke veils the sky until the sun itself disappears. Sirens scream like dying violins. Bullets cut through air thick with the scent of gasoline, blood, and betrayal.

Instead, it was to honor my father's legacy. Before long, the Moretti family returned to its former glory. We became the strongest force in the underworld, and I was known as the coldest, most untouchable woman. The old me died in that fire, yet from its ashes, I rose anew. What the flames didn't consume was my heart. It still burned, but it would ache for no one ever again.

“Do you honestly think I care about those nude paintings?” “Open your damn eyes and take a good look. My figure is balanced and my face is beautiful. Those paintings could be sold as art without any issue.” “If you think those are enough to threaten me, that just means your eyes are dirty. You look at everything and see filth.” With that, I walked out, ignoring their frantic howling behind me. That night, I posted all 520 paintings on my social media. [Reject the blackmail of intimate photos. Reject sexual shame.]

Nives’s fingers tightened slightly against the fabric of Asena's linen shirt, her breathing turning shallow as she traced the fierce, burning fire in Asena's dark eyes. "Nives..." Asena whispered, her voice barely a breath, the name escaping her lips before she could stop it. Nives didn't reply with words. Instead, her gaze dropped slowly to Asena’s lips, her jaw tightening with an intense, agonizing restraint that felt more dangerous than any corporate war they had ever waged. The walls of her pristine fortress hadn't just cracked; they were burning to the ground, and she was entirely content to let them turn to ash.

Every trade secret Malcolm had collected, every piece of leverage David had inherited, and every reason Adrian had fought to return burns down to nothing. Eli reaches out and slides his fingers into Lucia’s hand. She tightens her grip, watching the fire eat through the middle section of the book where her mother’s maiden name was once written. “Every route,” she says quietly, mostly to herself. “Every secret. Gone.” “For good,” David confirms. They stand there together until the fire has fully consumed it, until there’s nothing left but ash settling into the hearth, and something in the air shifts once it’s done, lighter than it’s been in longer than Elias can properly measure. No one speaks

#### AUTHOR’S NOTE #### I hope you enjoyed reading Book Two in the flames series. DO LET ME KNOW IN REVIEWS AND COMMENTS WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THIS BOOK. I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU.

“What is it?” "'Burned for Her' by some Estella Grey. Your fans sent it." He picked it up again, showing me the cover. A woman with auburn hair and green eyes stared back at me. "They said the main character reminded them of you." "Auburn hair and green eyes?" “And a fire that won’t go out,” he said, flipping a page. “There’s a line I liked.” He read, “‘She wasn’t afraid of the dark. She’d been living in it so long, she learned to make it beautiful. To turn her scars into constellations and her pain into poetry.’”

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...