He Burned Me Alive Now I Shine Like The Stars Novels & Stories

The kind nuns put together all their money to rush me to the hospital and saved my life. The oldest nun looked at me with such sadness in her eyes. "My dear, you're so young. Why would you want to stop living?" When had anyone last been so kind to me? I cried and cried. After coming so close to dying, what could possibly be so bad that I could not handle it? Once I got out of the hospital, I blocked every avenue I had to contact Alexander and sent him one last text: [Forget it. I hope you and Camila are happy.]

Watching the police car drive away, I collapsed to the ground. I felt completely drained. After experiencing the same tragedy in both lives, I was at my limit physically and mentally. Michael helped me into the passenger seat of the car and started the engine. As I watched the scenery pass me by outside the window, I couldn't stop crying. Jared hadn't always been like this. I couldn't believe that a person could change so much in just a few years. Years ago, when my house caught fire, I was surrounded by flames. Just as I was at the brink of despair, Jared rushed through the fire like a hero and saved me.

The Luna who had been abandoned, forsaken, and declared dead had not burned in the fire. She had risen from the ashes, stronger than before, and had crushed those who had wronged her underfoot.

This girl is on fire This girl is on fire She's walking on fire This girl is on fire Everybody stares as she goes by Cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes Watch her as she's lighting up the night Nobody knows that she's a lonely girl And it's a lonely world But she gon' let it burn, baby, burn, baby This girl is on fire This girl is on fire She's walking on fire This girl is on fire Oh, ....

I just watched. And burned.

I screamed until my voice gave out. > “Will you bear the weight of what you are, Alpha?” “I…” My voice was a broken whisper. “I will. I have to.” > “Then you will burn until only truth remains.” And I did. I burned. The flames roared until they became white, a pure, merciless light, and then everything was gone. No pain, no sound. Just the cold, empty echo of my own heartbeat. When I woke up, the world was still. The mist had cleared. I was lying on scorched earth, the smell of smoke heavy around me. My clothes were torn, my hands blackened. Every breath hurt.

I'm going to need it to get through tonight. Once the burning goes away, I open my eyes again. Bruno’s face is priceless. "You're driving." I say, holding back a cough. To be fair, it wasn't targeted. He is the only other one who can drive stick well enough to get us home after this place is struck with disaster tonight. It's about five minutes until Nara’s show. I had two more drinks that I only just started to feel. Stella took her to the back to get a better outfit.

Those words sank into my heart like a thousand steel needles. I had already spent over four years living as someone dependent, unwanted, trapped. They didn't love me. They tormented me. And yet, they refused to let me go. It was true—I could leave soon. Just not with Jonathan. I would leave on my own. My phone was still at the Sterling house. I would get it back, one way or another. And before I left, I wanted to say goodbye—to him, and to the past we had shared. "I can't walk anymore. Will you carry me?"

She knew that the path she had chosen was not without its obstacles, but she faced them head-on, guided by the light that burned within her. Stars POV: In the aftermath of that haunting nightmare, I woke with a renewed sense of determination pulsing through me. The darkness that once loomed so menacingly now felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the brilliant light emanating from deep within my being. Rising from my slumber, I felt an empowering surge coursing through my veins, reminding me of the strength that resided within me.

The toxin gradually took effect, and my body began to twitch involuntarily. Corbin pressed his lips together and said coldly, “Enough. Stop pouring it.” Liam let me go. I collapsed onto the sofa, coughing uncontrollably. The burn of the silver vodka seared a path from my throat to my stomach. Every breath was like swallowing fire. "This is just a small lesson," Corbin said, looming over me, his voice freezing cold. "If you ever dare to hurt Faye again, it won't be this easy."