Let Me Burn Novels & Stories

"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. ---

One bleeding. One broken. One burning. I closed my eyes. If I wasn’t allowed to exist— Then I’d burn down everything that said I couldn’t.

He stood frozen to the spot, looking as pale as a sheet. "So." I took a deep breath and looked squarely into his eyes. "We'll have to end things here." I turned around and walked into the crowd without looking back. Behind me, David began crying loudly, sounding devastated. "Mom! Mom!" My heart jolted violently, but I did not stop walking. There were some things that could not be compensated for. There were some cracks that could never be mended. I had just learned how to love myself. Later, I found out that Shane had moved to Bretia with David.

It was a pointless effort since I had decided not to interfere with the draw from the very beginning. I could still recall the scorching flames from my past life. I clenched my fists to stop my body from trembling. I had been reborn, so I resolved never to humble myself before that miserable wretch again. Oliver was leading Ella by the hand. He stopped directly in front of me, and his tone was dripping with mockery. "You were the one to put forward the draw for the Madre selection, Cynthia. You're not planning to spout that ridiculous claim that 'only you can lift my curse,' right?"

"Fine. If you want him so badly, you can have him." She brushed past me with her chin high, casting me a sideways glance. Leaning close, she whispered in my ear, "You don't know, do you? The heatwave apocalypse is about to start. If you grovel and beg me, maybe I'll let you borrow Snowviper for a few days." I hid my laugh. Seemed like she really had no clue why Snowviper wanted her.

Possession curling around every word like a goddamn brand. “You hear me? You’re fucking mine. Even when the whole world burns.” To Be Continued...

* I saw the beauty of the sky Colors so vibrant you'd think they never die * I saw the beauty of the waves Every splash telling a story of younger days * I saw the beauty of the rains Every drop falling freely like horses without reins * I saw the beauty of the night For only then were the stars alight * I saw the beauty in the flames of a fire Each one burning with a different desire * I saw the beauty of Gold Glistening with bitter stories untold * Oh I saw the beauty of dust and clay Simple reminders of our end someday.

The night before our engagement party. My fiancé's childhood sweetheart, Isabella, said she had a "family welcome" for me. A little tradition, she said. For a "nobody." She tricked me. Lured me to the family's private boathouse on the lake. Then she opened the floodgates. Let the freezing lake water pour in. Icy water seeped over my ankles. On the shore, guests from the five Chicago families. They held their drinks. They watched me struggle. Watched me fight for my life. She smiled like an angel. Her words were pure poison. "Doesn't Alessia know all about rules? Let's see how low she'll go for Nico." My fiancé, Nico Falconetti, heir to the family, stood by the warm bonfire. Watching me acros

He didn’t deserve my compassion; I doubted he would show me any. I wanted his dreams to burn. Beads of sweat began to form all over my body as the temperature in the room increased. I watched the tram move away and all I could think about was his goals burning to ash. I could see it smoke pillowing out, machines melting, paper burning. It brought a smile to my face. I imagined the look on his face as he watched his dreams burn. I hoped it stung, I hoped he knew he didn’t deserve his happy ending. The tram halts in its tracks, unable to fight the flames any longer. Burn, Burn, Burn I chant in my head. Demanding to see it turn into nothing more but a pile of melted metal. Part of me wished he

I pressed. “I’m in.” Caroline wiped her eyes. “Whatever it takes. I’m in.” I felt something loosen in my chest. We were united. Actually united. “Okay,” I said. “Then this is what we’re going to do.” I paused, making sure I had everyone’s attention. “We’re going to burn this house to the ground.” Silence. “What?” Mei breathed. “We’re going to burn it,” I repeated. “Burn it to ashes. Destroy everything. And in the chaos, we run.”