Fahrenheit 451 Novels & Stories

She smiled. The heat here reminded her of her summer in Johannesburg, she thought of the cool water at the beaches she had visited and suddenly became thirsty. She ran her wet tongue over her parched lips and wished it would suddenly rain but then she groaned at the thought, it never rained in the desert. She rolled her head and jumped in frustration, upsetting the sand beneath her feet, sending dust particles up in the air.

“O-okay.” “I don’t know if we’re running into a battle, so when we get back, I need you to find somewhere safe. Preferably in the packhouse. There will be people there that will protect you.” I nodded, fully clothed now. Suddenly I heard the gut wrenching crunch of bones breaking and couldn’t tear my eyes from Zak as his body twisted and contorted quickly. His body grew larger and carmel fur sprouted from his skin. In just seconds, the large be

The boy made no sound as he was dragged through the leaves behind the guesthouse where they both stayed, mother and illegitimate son, and on down to a fenced corner of the Aubel Farms property. “You will honor thy mother,” she told him, coming to a halt, “and you will start speaking like other children do. Not reading, but speaking. Do you understand that?” When he didn’t answer, she stuck the electric baton in his mouth and fired it. She chained the convulsing boy to the doghouse near the fence, tightening a length of metal leash around his neck and cinching it in place with a padlock. Sunny informed her son there would be no dinner for him now, and that if he did not start to speak soon sh

"Forty plus cans weigh more than one would think." Aaron sighs and runs a hand nervously through his shaggy hair. "This cannot be all that's left in the store. It just can't!" he shouts, kicking a small jar of crushed red pepper flakes. The jar flies down the aisle before shattering against the nearby wall. The sound of glass breaking echoes throughout the silent store and causes a black rat to scurry from its hiding place under an old newspaper.

DANELLE'S POV I usually never got cold easily ,even when I was still a kid..I had a high tolerance of coldness and winter was my favourite season of the year actually..The temperatures here in summer were insane and I wasn't really a big fan of sweaty body and all that summer stuff..Shit actually made my skin scrawl..But right now ,standing fucking shirtless outside that cabin like I was freaking Arnold Schwarzenegger or something ,the storm still heavy like it was never intending to stop any time soon ;I needed that fucking heat..Anushka was taking fucking eternity to change into such simple shirt and joggers but I knew better than to just get back inside there ;the woman almost made me rip

I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength. After what felt like forever, no rescue came. Only Thomas’ mocking voice, saying, “So, what now, babe? All the nearest rescue teams ran. They’re pulling the fire brigade from the city. “Even then, it’ll be at least half an hour. Might as well… keep racing? “Go for it. We’re all waiting to watch you cross the finish line.”

Aiden stood across from her, arms folded, his expression steady but watchful. “Close your eyes,” he said. “Don’t fight the fire. Let it rise, but don’t let it consume. Picture it as part of you, not something separate.” Evelynn inhaled slowly, obeying. The warmth in her chest swelled, quick and alive, racing through her veins until her skin buzzed. She clenched her fists, fighting the instinct to smother it. “Good,” Aiden murmured. “Now… shape it. Think of it as a flame in your hand. Small enough to hold, steady enough not to burn you.”

He groaned. He fired off a barrage of hard thrusts. A burgeoning scream threatened in my throat, and a luscious tingle, that oh so sweet contrast of pain and pleasure on repeat, was raising me up as I climbed to my climax once again and just in time, I felt his hot spunk inside me as I shattered into million pieces just in time as the intercom went off and Betty's voice came through, "Mr Edward Reyes is here sir. " "No no no no." He grunted against my body. We were now on the cold floor which contrasted our warm bodies, trying to catch our breaths. "Motherfucker!" ...

I have to hold myself up with my palms against my knees as I try to catch my breath. I let out a slight wheeze as the Packhouse warrior walks my way, my face turning a crimson color as he raises his eyebrows at me. "May I help you miss?" He asked me; his face slathered with concern. "I'm okay," I reply, my heart rate finally slowing down. "I have a meeting with Alpha Romano today."

He asked, glaring at Williams. “Exactly what would have happened to your wife if she had opened that letter. Only, unlike Trevor, she wouldn't survive it. She would be dead in less than three minutes because this was made with her in mind. The paper is coated with axantrifa, and the reason she wants you to deliver it is so that you can watch her die.” Williams explained.