In Your Heart Shall Burn Novels & Stories

The pain doubled and she instinctively let out a curse. Lifting her palms off the street to inspect them, she could already feel a burning sensation beginning to spread. Her hands were covered in the dirty water, but it didn't conceal the road burns she had received. She tried to brush the dirt off her skin before it got inside her cuts, but it was no use. Arder looked away from her hands in time to see the red street light change to green. Her eyes widened, and she scrambled to get off the ground. Once safe on the sidewalk once more, she felt a weight on her shoulder.

"Sir, done." "Fine, let's go!" Liam showed no expression, his heart was cold. He thought of his engaged girlfriend and the unborn child who had only been two months old when he couldn't help but explode with anger. I wish he could kill her with his own hands, the devil that kills two lives at once. Liam clenched his fist. Chatter.

I feel like drowning, drowning in her love, in her pain, in her lust, and in her desire. This warmth on my lips, this sensation that I’ve been feeling seems like a manifestation of her love for me. She still loves me. She still does! My heartbeat couldn’t keep up, but my mind is clear, “How I miss her kiss! How I’ve been wanting to devour her lips ever since I first saw her at that shop.” She’s the one who came to me. She’s the one who wanted me. And I am on the other side right now. How it feels good!

—And that girl corresponds to you? —I know she has feelings for me, but they already told her at school that I have a reputation as a womanizer and that I am most likely a womanizer and that most likely it's just a whim for me. —If you are so in love, show her that you are not like they say and that you can be the boy she deserves. My mother's words were all I needed, they were my motivation. —I will fight for Eva mom, I promise. — Let's see and tell me more or less, what does she look like?

I climbed the stairs two at a time and went straight to my room, shutting the door behind me. My hands shook then. Just slightly. Barely noticeable. But enough. I leaned back against the door and stared at the ceiling. It shouldn’t hurt this much. She wasn’t mine. She never had been. But loving her had rewired something fundamental inside me. Loving her had become instinct. And now instinct didn’t know where to go. I pushed myself off the door and walked to my window. From here, I could see the street. See her house. See everything.

His hands trembled as he tried but couldn't put it out, his heart pounding in his chest. "Nate, stay back!" Her voice was the last clear thing he heard before the fire roared to life. His mind raced through every possible escape, but all he could hear was the relentless crackling of the flames, closing in, wrapping around him like a living, breathing thing. The heat blistered his skin, the air too thick to breathe. He could barely see through the haze, barely think past the panic. She was inside, inside that fire. He had to save her. He tried. He called her name, over and over, his tiny voice raw with desperation.

I let her walk away from me when I should’ve fought harder. But seeing her tonight, smiling at someone else, that rewired something in me. I know her. I know her better than anyone. Better than he ever will. He’s not built for her. Not really. Not when things get hard. Not when she burns. And Aria burns. She deserves someone who won’t flinch. Someone who knows that love isn’t neat, or easy, or safe. It’s messy. Inconvenient. It takes your spine and snaps it in two. It sets your soul on fire and dares you to walk through the flames for it.

Wilson…My Wilson All the thoughts running through my head halted at that moment. I dare say all my sadness and anger also vanished Everywhere blurred, everyone vanished but I could distinctively hear the singing crew sing ‘Young and beautiful’ ‘Dear Lord when I get to heaven, would you let me bring my man? When he comes tell him that you'll let him in……father tell me if you can…..’ That also faded into the background as I panicked turned to look at Wilson His eyes were red, puffy, sad, elated, hopeful….His eyes were a lot of things

"Then let's go. Prep the men. We move out in two hours. I want that warehouse to be nothing but a memory before sunrise." They stand up. They leave. I am alone in the room, facing the screens. I think of Tara. Of her body going limp when the needle sank in. Of her eyes glazing over. Of that last word on her lips. Burn. I will burn, my love. I will burn so brightly that even the angels will weep. Wait for me. I'm coming for you. And then, we'll burn together. ---

She tasted like sweet candy and he couldn’t get enough of her. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned louder as she drifted away from his lips She couldn’t contain the pleasure anymore, and she began to moan loudly even more. His kiss, touch, and everything he does to her ignites a burning desire and pleasure in her; her legs were shivering as tho she was heading to heaven's gate.