Crash & Burn Book Novels & Stories

Without thinking, he lashed out and shoved her aside. Shelby stumbled, knocking into the champagne tower beside her. Glasses shattered on the floor, sending splatters of champagne in every direction. She fell to her knees amid the sparkling shards, looking utterly disheveled. Struggling to her feet, she pointed at him. Her voice shook with fury. "Have you completely lost your mind, Tucker? Make no mistake—you're the one who failed Willow at every turn. You're the one who shattered her completely!" Tucker's chest rose and fell. Fury burned in his eyes. "Then consider this your debt to her. You earned every bit of it, too," he snarled.

Sandy was having a girl crush, she was absolutely stunning. Deep inside, she was crushed. These are the kind of women John was surrounded with every other day. She started to sink inside herself, second-guessing her own judgment. Maybe she was rushing into things because of how infatuated she was by him. She started to think that she might be biting more than she can chew. **********

It didn't need to be, but I craved this pain, relished it. The town slept, the lights off. I swooped in low, my wings grazing the tops of their houses, and I roared. She made me crazy. I wanted death, blood, a fight. Killing these humans would give me two of the three. With a burst of flame to their public building, it exploded. Humans poured from their homes, women screamed, children cried. I made one last pass before changing my course. Was anyone inside the burned building? A small part of me didn't want a human death on my hands. Acasia's words made it a smaller part than usual, so I refused to feel guilty.

He burned it, or at least he thought he had. But the next day, against all reason and logic, the book was there again. It reappeared, untouched, beneath that very same tree. That’s when his desperation turned to madness. He didn’t just want the book gone—he wanted the tree that birthed it destroyed. He summoned flames so fierce they licked the heavens, engulfing the tree in a sea of fire. And yet, when the smoke cleared, the tree stood unharmed. Its bark was blackened but unbroken; the only change inflicted on the book and tree was that they were pure black since then.

The door swung open to reveal him in a pair of sleep pants and nothing else. "Yes, Princess?", he asked as he opened the door wider to let her in. "I know this is a weird question but can I crash on your couch?", She asked. He looked her over as he could plainly see she was beyond exhausted and ready to fall over. "Problems with your place?", he asked. "They are there, and they won't leave.", she stated. "Who are they exactly?", he asked as she sat on the couch. "My team.", she said. "The east coast main blue team."

Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events and places is purely coincidental. Emiliana

So, she knew she had to do well, she had to be better. Kaylee opened the content of the book to look for the page of the topic which that question had fallen into. She soon found it and opened straight to that topic. It did not seem like she would be needing Kavinsky's help anymore after all. Kaylee buried herself in studying that topic and made notes on places or paragraphs that were important. ... Time flew by without Kaylee paying attention to it, she was busy with that stressful chemistry text and the only thing that broke her concentration was a knock on her bedroom door.

The crash was spectacular. Elias’s sedan plowed through the rail, tumbling down the three-hundred-foot ravine before hitting the jagged rocks below. Within seconds, a pre-planted incendiary device triggered. A fireball roared up the cliffside, the heat so intense it distorted the air and turned the interior of the car into a blackened tomb. The Council’s SUV screeched to a halt at the broken rail. The two men in tailored suits stepped out, their expressions unreadable as they stared down at the inferno.

The Market Crash descended upon the boardroom like a localized apocalypse. Its mere presence caused the marble platform to splinter, and the miniature planets orbiting the desk began to violently implode from the sheer conceptual pressure of complete economic collapse. "It’s an absolute wipeout entity!" Ben Carter screamed over the roaring cosmic winds, his fingers desperately flying across his holographic tablet. "Jack, it doesn't have a balance sheet! You can't audit it! It is the concept of a zero-sum game made flesh!"

I had kept it. But the second chance had compounded far beyond what the promise covered. That was the part no one told you about second chances. They did not just fix what was broken. They built what was never possible in the first place. Silas's POV Adrian's book was published in spring. The title was simple. The Ground Beneath. It was what he had always talked about. The ground beneath the structures. The ground beneath the people who built them. The ground beneath who he was. The book was reviewed in four national publications within the first week.