Let Em Burn Lyrics Novels & Stories

so I just laid in bed all day listen to Alexa playing old r&b songs like Fantasia if you don't want me don't talk to me go ahead and Free yourself if you don't want me don't talk to me go ahead to someone else. Then I heard beyoncé song come on listen to the song here in my heart a melody that's all a long time ago my time has come from my words to be heard they would not be push aside and not be heard. then the bridge came on saying I am alone at the crossroads I'm not comfortable in my own home I tried and try to say what's on my mind you should have known oh but I'm done believing you. I just stayed in bed listen to all these sad old r&b songs just to get over the hurt and pain that I was

Ember’s POV – Basement “Hey! Where the hell are you guys?” Ember’s voice cracked against the damp, suffocating air of the basement. Her throat burned, but she screamed louder, her rage bleeding into desperation. “I don’t know what you want, but you should just kill me instead! Come on, kill me now, you old piece of shit!” Her words echoed off the cold walls, bouncing back taunting her. Suddenly, heavy footsteps stormed down the stairs. The door to the basement slammed open, and Martina stormed in, her eyes flashing fury.

"I don't believe in miracles anymore, Ben. I believe in stubbornly refusing to die. There's a difference." "Is there?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Sometimes I think your stubborn refusal to give up is the closest thing to a miracle I've seen since The Burning." The mention of The Burning made my chest tighten, as it always did. The memories were still too fresh, too raw. I could still smell the smoke, hear the screms, see the sky turning that terrible shade of orange as the world caught fire. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on putting one foot in front of the other.

Inside the house, Nova found an old recorder, the kind Damon had once used to leave messages for Ethan and Grace. She pressed record and spoke. "Dear future flame keepers, If you are hearing this, know: We didn’t walk through fire so you could fear it. We walked through it so you could know you are made of it. Light with tenderness. Burn with justice. Speak with joy. And when the darkness presses in, remember, You come from a thousand sunsets and a million whispered prayers." She saved the recording and placed it carefully among the growing archive. As the evening wound down, Zuri and Ella surprised the family with a musical performance, a song they had written called "Home is a Flame."

“We’re dramatic. We’ll burn it down and make it look beautiful.” He pulled me close, his palm against my jaw, his forehead resting against mine for a moment. “Bring me home, Stoon.” “You know I will,” I said, using his nickname like armor. We shot out of there in a rush — sirens wailing, orders flying, the steady rhythm of two hearts synced for the run. Emilio had made a mistake: he’d underestimated the power of blood. And blood remembers.

I prayed I brought my guitar with me so I took it and decided to play "🎼 Yelling at the sky 🎼 Screaming at the world 🎼 Baby why'd you go away, Am still your man 🎼 Holding on too tight 🎼 Head up in the clouds 🎼 Heaven only knows, Where you are now 🎼 How do I love? How do I love again? 🎼 How do I trust? How do I trust again?..." "So touching" I heard someone say and I quickly looked at Emily She's awake!!

*Ember* It burned. My hands burned as though I’d stuck them in fire. I sobbed in pain, calling out for my mother. I pulled my hands back towards me, but that didn’t stop the pain. Looking down, I could see it was my hands that were the problem—they were glowing blindingly bright and burning themselves! Screaming, I tried to find my mother, my hands the only light in the darkness. Finally, her smiling face appeared. “Mama!” I cried. “Mama, it hurts! IT HURTS!!!”

“You struggle against the flame, but it was born to be free.” I screamed, clutching my head. "Rain!" Emory’s voice broke the haze. He came dashing up through the yard, with a hold upon my shoulders. And, as soon as his flesh came into contact with mine, the glow faded, dimmed. The hum vanished. The ground cooled. The air stilled. I looked up at him, trembling. He did not release my hands, and his palms were slightly steaming. “You are burning up, you are burning up,” he said, panting.

Ember lay in my arms, barely breathing, her skin glowing faintly with embers that refused to die. I pressed my forehead to hers, whispering, “I found you.” Her lips moved, the faintest smile ghosting across them. “Then find me again… when the fire calls.” Her light flickered—and went out. I screamed her name into the empty sky until my voice broke, until there was nothing left but ash and the sound of my heartbeat echoing hers.

I will gather those broken fragments, piece by piece, and rebuild a stronger and more resilient version of myself. There is a fire within me, fueled by the pain and hurt I've endured. It burns brightly, urging me to fight back, to reclaim my voice and my dreams. Ema and Mick may have tried to extinguish my light, but they will soon learn that my spirit cannot be snuffed out so easily.