Let Me Burn Novels & Stories

You called Me when you wanted to change everything. She could not deny it. When she had been small and powerless, she had dreamed not of rivers or winds. She had dreamed of everything burning. Of Selene’s sneer melting. Of the elders’ cold eyes turning to ash. Power, in her youngest fantasies, had always been flame. “I have wanted to burn this world,” she said aloud, voice low. Flame laughed. *Of course you have,* it said. *Everyone who has been hurt by it does. You wanted to purify. To wipe clean. To start over. You still do, sometimes.*

He didn't move nor flinch at all. "Sir please, I live at 14 Duotrope Street. Do you know where that is? And can you help me find my way back? I do not know how I got here". He said. No response still. He walked closer and stretched his hand to touch the man, immediately the man charged up at him violently with tightly clenched teeth. His eyeballs immediately turned to balls of fire. Jason was scared to death and started running immediately. The man chased after him. Jason kept on running so fast till he tripped and fell.

It was now or never and the only way to find out. "I love you too," I closed my eyes and waited for the burn searing in my tattoo. There, a slight burn, quite faint but it ended all too quickly, seared on my left chest. Was that a bad sign or a good sign? I casted my eyes downward to my left chest, to where my tattoo was. I checked surreptitiously to see if it glowed and thankfully, my button up shirt was three buttons undone so my chest was still visible. I frowned when it flickered weakly, like a busted light bulb. Was that supposed to happen? Was that supposed to glow like that? Did the curse break that confession?

She said while looking away from him. "Sure." He said and started walking quietly. "I need your help though." She said this time looking at him. He smiled with excitement as he looked at her. "Of course, anything you want." He said with an assuring face. "My real name is Amber Garcia, I know you are a very powerful man and can easily find out about me, but please don't do that. Let me figure things out on my own. Please promise you won't look me up" she looked him straight in the eyes wanting to see his reaction to the little truth she has unleashed. He looked calm and thought for a while then responded.

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.

“You’re doing so well. Taking my cock like you were made for it.” Eventually the burn faded into deep, throbbing pleasure. I rolled my hips experimentally and a loud, needy moan tore out of me. “Move,” I begged. “Please, Theo. Fuck me.” He started slow — long, deep strokes that dragged against my prostate with every thrust. The oil made everything slick and smooth. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of my ass filled the room, mixing with my broken moans and his low groans. Gradually he picked up speed. The thrusts became harder, faster. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

Then, I drawled, "Now, why would I carry an antidote? Didn't you all insist this was just a fun little exercise?" Cedric, his face still flushed red from the burn, gritted his teeth. "Lucia Scott, are you seriously going to just watch us die? I swear I'll use every connection I have to ruin you once we land!" I smiled and unzipped my bag. However, I didn't take out an antidote. Instead, I pulled out a rigid document folder, slid out the certificate stamped with a gold seal, and flung it at his face. "World Health Organization Special Observer—Lucia Scott."

It would have been fine if she hadn't brought up the past, but the moment she did, my blood boiled. "You know I poured ten years of my heart and soul into Sanders Technology. You know I fought for it because I loved you, but how did you repay me? At the IPO, you let your first love take my place. You even joined him in humiliating me and drove me out of the company," I said, smiling bitterly.

As the music hit its peak, she jumped along, her enthusiasm infectious. The energy of the moment was undeniable, and I could not help but get caught up in the excitement. The sudden intensity hit me so hard that I felt my body react before I could think. I felt like I got my money's worth, being part of that unforgettable experience. She was the kind of beauty money could not buy. The scene turned raw and desperate, the air charged with something dangerous. The thrill of something forbidden, with so many people so close, sent a rush of heat through me.

I’ve planted the seeds, I’ve planted the evidence, and now, I’m going to watch Sydney burn in the fire I started. This is my masterpiece.