Fahrenheit 451 Novels & Stories

She stated before correcting her statement, "Oops! Sorry. I forgot that basically, all of you lot died in the front yard." "Well, of course. Did you really think those traitors and murderers would've given you a book that praised the Flames in such way? They don't want you here or alive at that matter. I, on the other hand, want nothing more than to help you, but I can't." The lady sounded distraught, almost embarrassed that she couldn't do more. "Why?" Ruby questioned, knitting her eyebrows in confusion. She was thicker that usually as she answered the Hart girl, "Because that's your mission. Only your ignis can help you."

"Did you call me a crybaby?" His body rears up, his front legs as high as three men, and flames shoot from his mouth as he... laughs? The idiot is laughing. I notice the lighter shade of his underbelly and fist the hand that is missing a blade. His belly is the kill zone where I will end his miserable life. I look around and see a door about eight feet away. The heat from his laughing fire heats my skin. I run for the door. With all the bad luck I've had it's a miracle that the door opens and I can slip inside.

She hesitated. That was her book. As she reached out for it, his hand moved at the same moment. Their fingers touched-just a graze-and a current pulsed between them like the flick of static before a storm. He looked at her.His eyes were grey-blue. Calm. Intense. Searching. "You have good taste," he said, voice low and smooth. Clara felt her heart trip. "Neruda's kind of... essential." He pulled the book from the shelf, opened it to the third page, and without looking down, quoted: "I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."

Look at what happened……. One faithless evening, as Michelle had navigated the weather and the possible outcome of it. She knew it would rain in a short period so, she left for Bruno’s house claiming that they had things to discuss concerning business. Bruno was alone the house as she entered. She dressed all sexy, the gown she wore was as light as air and it had a lining that when slightly followed or looked at, the upper part of the laps becomes too daring. When she stepped in, Bruno’s mouth was wide open, he wondered what manner of dressing that was and the instinct behind it. He was acting like if he was given a taste of what he was looking at, he wouldn’t take but we all know their story

As I was about to open my mouth again, I was interrupted by the voices that had grown more terrifying. “Run!” They cried. “RUN!” In a heartbeat, the cold air was replaced by a sudden wave of searing heat, prompting me to spin around and face the horrifying sight before me. The manor, where thousands of Farsuleias had left a mark on the history of our lineage, was now consumed by a raging inferno, its flames eagerly dancing upon the foundations. My breath caught in my chest as I watched the fire's voracious hunger devour everything in its path.

with as much sass as possible. He snorted and said "Be ready babe, your 48 hours starts at 8 tomorrow! I hope you are all set to have a wild time" I could feel him smirking before the line got disconnected. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? phew! I asked myself while getting out of the store and fanning my face. I couldn't stop my giddiness now. I can't wait for tomorrow!

She used to be haughty, but she was now in an even more terrible state than I was in my past life. After breakfast, I went straight back to my bedroom, turned the air-conditioner to a comfortable temperature, and drifted off for a sweet nap. With no worries about food or heat, I fell asleep quickly. When I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. My phone said it was already 131 Fahrenheit outside, and everyone was urged to stay indoors. Seriously? Even when I was taking a hot bath, I only ever set the water to around 113 Fahrenheit... I hated the pain.

I was late—dinner had started, and I’d planned it that way, hoping to slip in unnoticed. The oak doors swung open, a servant nodding as I strode past, my tailored suit feeling like armor. I didn’t return the greeting, my mood too dark, my mind still tangled with Lila’s scent, her screams. The dining room’s chandelier cast a warm glow, but the air was thick with tension.

“Careful, St. James. Keep annoying me and I might finally get good enough to roast you.” He leaned in with that maddening grin. “Sweetheart, I’d consider that foreplay.” Caelan walked away muttering something about “lunatics” and “doomed missions.” I stood in the middle of the scorched clearing, flames licking my skin like a second heartbeat and for just a moment, I felt like I could burn down the world. And maybe, just maybe, I wanted to. ********