Burnt Toast Book Novels & Stories

"No—no, Alice, this isn't some sick joke!" He yanked his hand back like her skin burned him. Alice grabbed a gift-wrapped bundle from a bridesmaid and shoved it into his hands. Jack's fingers shook as he tore it open. One glance—and he dropped. Claws burst out, shredding the floor to splinters. "Jack, are you just... overwhelmed?" Alice's voice faltered. She glanced at the crowd, then reached for him. He slapped her hand away, face stormy. Then—he backhanded her. Hard.

"I made breakfast." I look at the tray. There are scrambled eggs that look slightly brown, toast that's definitely burned on the edges, and a glass of orange juice. "You burned the toast," I say. "It's not burned. It's crispy." "Bryson, it's black." He sets the tray down on the bed beside me. "Just eat it. I worked hard on this." I pick up a piece of toast and take a bite. It tastes like charcoal but I chew anyway. "It's terrible."

“You’re still the same as when you were a kid. Always had a sweet tooth, didn’t you? Candy, ice cream, popcorn…” Suddenly, he reached out, plucked a sticky popcorn kernel from the corner of my mouth, and popped it into his own. “Hm… this one tastes extra sweet?” I kept my eyes on the screen. “No way! They’re all the same. Maybe your taste buds are broken.” Gabriel chuckled and said nothing more. Suddenly, on screen, a man stormed up to Isabella, pointed at her, and shouted furiously. “You cow! You told me this baby was mine!”

His hair shot up in different directions, making him look like a mini porcupine as he frantically waved a dishcloth at the detector. The toaster was shooting flames. Actual flames. “Frost! Step back!" I grabbed the fire extinguisher from under the kitchen cabinet and sprayed down the toaster. The flames sparked and hissed before the foamy substance finally quenched everything out. When the smoke finally cleared out, I inspected the damage—the toast was burnt through, there was egg yolk somewhat dripping from the ceiling and a pan of what might’ve been bacon sat in the sink, all moulded together into one black mass.

I’d flip the whole damn thing over. I was curled into the corner of the pink plush sofa, knees tucked to my chest, the fluffiest white blanket I’d ever touched draped lazily over my shoulder and down my body. It swallowed my barely-there shorts and oversized T-shirt whole, cocooning me in warmth while the rest of the world faded into nothing but pages and ink. Tragedies of True Hearts. I bit my lip, failing to suppress a giggle as I read—the slow-burn enemies finally cracking, confessions spilling out after chapters of tension and denial. One reckless, emotional night where everything finally unraveled.

I say through gritted teeth. Good thing, Brixtius's house is rich enough to import ice that was already set out on the table. I had the foresight to grab a handful of ice out of the cup and place it immediately on my first-degree burns, forming on my lap. That was only the beginning of my torment from Corina. The next course came out. A different servant was carrying a tray of little salad dishes, and my salad was literally tossed onto my head. The room was silent except for the apologies bumbling out the servant's mouth.

I interrupted. Her cheeks went red, and her eyes brightened. With a groan, I shook my head. My wolf was growling at me even before I said, “It’s not worth crying over.” The book blew up. Every page lit on fire as it burst outward, flying in every direction. A chunk of the flaming spine hit me square in my chest. I batted it away, yelping in shock. There was a slight burn where it’d hit me, but nothing bad. I stomped out the flames and made my way to the other bits of burning paper, putting out the fires.

The luxurious, pristine white manor was now shrouded in thick smoke as it was engulfed by flames. I threw away the key, tore off the necklace around my neck, and threw it into the fire. Then, listening to the roaring flames behind me, I left the villa where I had grown up. I thought, 'Atlas, let's never meet again.'

The ending created by silly words lost its weight at this point. I hovered above the bookmark sign at the top right corner of the screen before clicking on it. The menu popped up, and I chose to delete the book from my homepage. A notification popped up at the center of the screen. [Are you sure you want to delete the book? This process is irreversible.] I clicked confirm. The progress bar completed in a flash, and the book vanished without a trace from my homepage. Ding! My phone lit up. I received a text. [Processing complete. You have received 10,000,000 dollars into your bank account for completing the S-Rank mission!]

For the first time in a long time, mornings felt normal. I got dressed and walked downstairs. The smell of something burning reached me immediately. I stopped. “Ethan?” “Everything is under control!” “That doesn’t sound reassuring.” I entered the kitchen. Smoke was coming from the toaster. Ethan stood beside it holding a frying pan. “What happened?” “The toaster betrayed me.” I stared at him. “The toaster?” “Yes.” “It has buttons.” “Exactly.” I laughed so hard that I had to hold the counter. Ethan pointed at me.