Crash & Burn Book Novels & Stories

After collecting them, I found one last room in the building. The books were completely destroyed, pages burnt to the point where the words are unreadable, and the leather-bound titles melted into unrecognisable words. One book, however, I found hidden away in a cubby within a desk. Untouched by the fire that turned the rest to ash, I run my fingertips across the words on the cover. "The Great Demise: The Fall of the Moon Goddess"

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

"But I don't think a man drives across the city at four in the morning with an envelope like that unless some part of him has already decided. He just needs the rest of the night to catch up to it." "He won't do it," Camila said quietly, coming to stand beside me. "Would you, in his position?" "I don't know," I admitted. "I've never had to choose between my safety and doing the right thing quite like that." "Yes you have," she said, looking up at me. "You built an entire company around exactly that choice. You just had money behind you when you made it. Sam doesn't." She was right, and it sat uncomfortable in my chest, the reminder that not everyone fighting Alessia had the resources I did t

thermal acceleration" —none of which made much sense to me. But as I flipped further into the journal, the entries became more personal. More frantic. {The project is spiraling out of control. We thought we could contain it, but the models were wrong. The simulations were wrong. We’re not prepared for what’s coming.} {The heat is spreading faster than we anticipated. The atmosphere is destabilizing. There’s no stopping it now. God help us all.} My heart began to race as I read the final few entries, the words scrawled hastily, as if the person writing them had been in a panic. {The Burning is inevitable. We’ve failed. There’s nothing left but survival.}

A shriek of collapsing code and shattering loops, of feedback and static and the sound a story makes when you rip out the last page and set the whole book on fire. For an instant, I saw everything it was: Every bus. Every arena. Every “round” it had ever run. Every Author it had ever drained. Every small, defiant act they’d managed—little NOs scribbled in margins, tiny rewrites, glitches it had smoothed over. All of it flared, then began to burn. The screens buckled inward, glass warping, images melting into white. Pages curled and blackened, their neatly printed logs unreadable as the ink boiled away.

Then he's leaning over, lifting my hands toward my headboard. "No!" I scream. "No. no." I pull my arms down with all the energy I have and manage to wretch one hand free. I reach for something, anything on my nightstand. All I'm able to grab is a fucking book. Good enough. I try to slam it into his head, but he grips my hand again, squeezing my knuckles together so tightly, it feels like the bones might snap. I cry out in pain and drop it. "Please," I pant as he crawls up my chest.

--- 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.

Civil. Underneath? Static electricity. Wren stood between us like a fragile bridge neither of us wanted to break first. Inside the Shop They started talking almost immediately. Old stories. Childhood memories. The kind built long before things became complicated. this dude only seemed to talk about the past. “Remember when you tried to ride your bike down Miller Hill and crashed into Mrs. Carter’s mailbox?” Lucas laughed. Wren groaned. “I was eight!” “You cried for like an hour.” “I broke my knee!”

The picture slipped from my hands. It didn’t fall loudly. Just a soft crack against the floor. But the sound felt like thunder inside my head. My fingers stayed suspended in the air where the frame had been seconds ago, trembling uncontrollably. My knees buckled before I even realized what was happening. The floor rushed up to meet me. My palms scraped against the cold surface as I collapsed. I couldn’t look at the photograph again. I couldn’t. But it was already burned into my mind.