I'll Let The World Burn Novels & Stories

AVA The light in my eyes got dim. So this was how it all ended? Again, like our fate was twisted. Smoke went down my throat thick and hard to breathe. My chest got tight with every breath. The flames came closer, eating up the walls, the ceiling, everything. I shut my eyes, maybe… This was for the best. At least this time I wouldn’t waste seven years begging for love that wasn’t mine. And then suddenly, a hand grabbed my wrist. Before I could move my body got yanked forward the world spinning as I crashed into a chest.

“You don't know what he's like!” My eyes burn. My throat burns. Everything burns. “You don't know anything.” I choke out. God, it hurts. To talk, to breathe. Fuck. I drag both hands into my hair, gripping so hard my scalp burns. Evan takes a step forward, I immediately take one back. “No!” My voice cracks. “Don't!” Another breath. “You stand there acting like you've got me all figured out, but you don't know a fucking thing about me!” The room blurs.

Elian recited softly, “but in the time between, it was possible — if you stayed long enough and paid the right kind of attention — to enter into a conversation with it that changed both parties permanently.” “Yes,” Dante said. “I know it.” “It’s about the land,” Elian said. “But it’s also about this.” He held up the envelope. “Every letter. Every person who comes through the house. Every consequence forward from Gorev’s decision and the story and the testimony.” He paused, his voice deepening. “We entered into a conversation with the world. And the world is being changed by it. And we are being changed by the world.” “Both parties permanently changed,” Dante said.

“I’m not cruel. I’m not heartless. And I’m not a victim. But Damien... the Upper East is brutal. I spent years carving out a space where I didn’t have to beg for respect. And the second I stepped into your world again, it devoured me.” “I’ll fix it,” he said. “I swear to you. I’ll go public. I’ll finalize everything. I’ll do whatever it takes.” “You should,” I said quietly. “For yourself. For Theo.” “What about for us?” I looked at him, and I knew this would be the part that stayed with me. The part that ached years from now. “There is no us,” I whispered. “Not right now. Maybe not ever.” He flinched like I’d hit him.

That girl had the same face, figure, and personality as Adela was watching. "What is this?" She saw that she did not understand and immediately asked. "The footage is about a girl's life in the first world. You'll have to go through her body and fulfill her desires and what she wants to do. Only when you're done will the world be. if you fail, the world will collapse and you will be logged out of it and forced to return to the starting point. Next, the reinforcement system will tell you about this world and begin the journey through space." The man's voice spoke about the rules for Adela to understand.

His complexion cycled rapidly from a ghostly white to a deep, burning crimson, and finally to a sickly, suffocating blue. He realized, with absolute certainty, that there was no mercy to be found here. The bridge wasn't just burned; it had been totally vaporized. He couldn't say another word. Crying hysterically, he scrambled backward toward the grand doors, tripped over his own wet shoes, and practically tumbled down the front steps into the roaring storm outside. A few days later, the financial and tech news channels broke the story globally.

I want to scream again. I want to tear into him until he bleeds. But instead—I let him pull me into his arms. And for one breathless moment, I let myself hope he means it. “Then burn the world if you have to,” I whisper into his chest. “Because she’s worth it.”

“Only if you trust me.” I walked back to the bed and touched her stomach again, feeling the pulse of life that was half me and half moonfire. “I trust you,” I said. “But I do not trust the world with you.” Her fingers brushed mine. “Then burn the world before it touches me.” I smiled despite the terror in my throat. "Gladly."

Nice to know there’s a real guy underneath the warrior armor. I let out a nervous laugh. “Actually, no. It’s A Small World.” “Come on, you have to be kidding.” Even though we’re bantering, we walk fast, almost jogging. My hand is in his like we’re a couple on a date, and he smiles encouragingly like we’re running because he can’t wait to show me something, not because innocent lives are at stake here. Clever, clever man. “No. I ate too much ice cream and got overheated. I threw up right in the boat.”

"Time to burn this hellhole down." ***