Dabi Burn Novels & Stories

“You will get hurt in sleep,” She said like it was obvious. He looked offended in the most unexpected way. “It’s just a scratch. You are overreacting. You are not sleeping on the couch.” “Scratch can be lethal too." She argued. “Khal Drogo died from a scratch. He was the strongest one.” Louis blinked. “Khal who?” Lisa stared at him. “Character from Game of Thrones. Don’t tell me you don’t know GOT.” He scoffed. “You think I have time to watch that?”

“Sabrina doesn’t like being found. That’ll cost you.” Yvonne smiled, blowing smoke in his direction. “Name your price.” They negotiated while I stood there, heart pounding. Yvonne was calm, confident, playing the game like she’d done it a hundred times. The guy eventually nodded. “Fine. I can track her burner locations. Give me twenty minutes.” While he worked, Yvonne smoked another cigarette, leaning against the counter like she owned the place. I stayed quiet, nerves eating at me. When the guy finally looked up from his screens, he had an address scribbled on a piece of paper. But then his eyes landed on me again. He stared for a long second, tilting his head.

Gabriel wiped a smear of blackened blood from his cheek where Adrian’s earlier slash had landed. “Oh, Adrian,” he whispered, delighted, “you have no idea what I am willing to do.” He raised his hand— —and the air around him rippled. Emily felt her heart drop. “Adrian,” she whispered, “what is he doing?” Adrian didn’t answer. Couldn’t answer. He recognized the power gathering in Gabriel’s palm. And then—Gabriel spoke a single word. “Burn.” The world exploded. White light. Heat. Raw force. Stone cracking.

Rebecca took in a sharp breath as her body stiffened with excitement. Dian couldn't believe how much moisture was inside the hole - - perfect for what she wanted to do. She pulled her finger out and up, and rubbed the moistened finger against Rebecca’s swollen clit. She was further delighted when Rebecca squealed a high-pitched note through their still connected lips.

***AUTHOR'S POV*** Zina stared at the photos on her table as she tried to make sense of everything. The case had been closed for over eight months but she had the feeling that there was more to it than anyone could phantom. The bite marks, the claws, the crime scenes, she felt it was all related to that fire. She brought out the photos of the two students who were the victims of the tragic accident, Swayer Sapphire and Cruella D'vile. She stared at Cruella's photo again and a frown settled on her face.

My reflection looked like a stranger's eyes faded, lips pressed tight. And then, almost without noticing, I whispered to the glass, to the city, to myself: “Just one night of freedom. That’s all I need.” As the city lights shimmered, a dangerous thought took root in Ava’s heartone that would fire everything that followed. *One night to run, one night to burn.*

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.

Inside, it was choked with dust. "Don't worry, Connor," one of his friends had told him during a conversation Samantha had overheard. "We've already set up the timed incendiary. You just need to lure her in and lock the door from the outside. Once it starts burning, she won't be able to get out. Based on the last fire, wait fifteen minutes, then go in and save her. She won't die—maybe just a few burns. But when she sees you coming through the flames, she'll be so grateful and start crying." Samantha had heard it all. And she was ready to let "Samantha" be buried in this fire for good.