Novel & Cerita Crash & Burn Book

I attempted to wriggle free, but he clung tighter as if he were trying to fuse me into his soul. I never imagined that I would meet him again in such a miserable state. Cameron knew my dad's company had been struggling, giving our rivals the perfect opportunity to ensnare us in corporate warfare. As the company teetered on the brink of collapse, none of my father's business associates came to our aid. Many simply watched, eager to see us fail. Even Jeffrey, the son-in-law my dad had trusted and supported, had abandoned us when we needed him most. I watched in despair as my dad's life's work—everything he had poured his heart into—was on the brink of being destroyed. The devastation was compl

Betty filled my coffee cup. I wiped a crusty cluster of sediment from the corner of my eyes and mumbled, "Thank you." She gave me a sad smile and shuffled back into the stacks. I groaned, sipping coffee the consistency of motor oil. Time to get back to work. I sure as hell wasn't going to leave it alone. Not when I was so close to the answers I wanted. Fire brewed in my belly. I picked up the book in front of me. A demonology book. The history of incubi.

*crack*. The crowd has either gone more silent, or my ears are starting to malfunction, but I can’t hear anything else besides the lashes and my own blood pumping. To be fair, all my senses seem to be failing. My knees buckle for a split second, but I manage to pull myself back up by my shackles. “46!” *crack*. “47!” *crack*. I feel like I am on the verge of passing out. Gripping the pole with all the strength I have left, I am determined to see this through. They won’t see me falter. They don’t deserve the satisfaction. Pieces of shit.

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

I hung up and ditched the SIM card down the drain. The manager flashed me a grin and a thumbs-up. "Kid, you're all right." I cracked a smile, grabbed my tray, and got back to work. Every step was agony, my foot screaming with each move, but I pushed through. My sweat was not just sweat; it was the essence of freedom. At ten, my shift ended, and I ducked into the storeroom, poring over "C Language Programming" by the glow of the emergency light. Then the letter came: my ticket to Camford. Teacher James snagged it from the courier, snapped a picture, and sent it my way, all on the sly.

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.

The night was quiet now—eerily quiet—except for the soft crackle of dying embers and the ragged breaths of those who had survived. Evelynn sat with her back against a fallen tree, her body trembling, every muscle aching as if the fire had hollowed her out. Her hair clung to her damp skin, tangled with ash, her palms raw from the force of the blaze. The fire inside her was quiet now, dimmed to a fragile ember, but it left her shaken—like a storm that had passed but might still return at any moment.

The path to freedom was clear and direct. In murderous rage, I pierced my claws into the palm of my right hand, hovered it over the last remaining shreds of the book and watched Vincent's eyes glaze over with tears. I uttered a single word, "Burn." And the book caught on fire the moment drops of my blood from the cut I made on my palm came into contact with it. In Vincent's absentmindedness, with his gaze still pinned on the burning book, everything slowed down before me. I moved faster than the law of time permitted, over to where he knelt with a sorrowful expression as he watched the remains of the book become ash.

Mosi I shook my head, trying to get the black little spots to stop dancing in front of my eyes, so I could get my bearings to gather myself and get off this floor, from under all these books and pieces of wood planks that used to be Kalama’s bookcase. I took some books off of my legs and dusted off dust and rubble from all over me, while looking for a place to put hands to push myself up. Everywhere around me was covered with debris.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.