Let Me Burn Novels & Stories

Her shoulders sag, “like?” “A taste of the fire that is simmering deep in the pit of your stomach. I can sense it begging to be set free like a wildfire incinerating everything it comes into contact with. And I want to be the one who sets it free. I intend to be the first you burn, Little Bird.” My jaw clenches with excitement as the words leave my lips. Rolling the sleeves of my shirt up my arms, exposing my tatted flesh. I walk towards the black leather sofa pushed against the wall and I sit down. Leaning back with my legs spread wide.

The creature— Laughed. Or maybe it was the world cracking again. I didn’t care. I held the flame in my hands. Held it like a promise. Like a crown. “You want my name?” I shouted, the heat blooming now in rings around me. “Then burn for it.” And I let it go.

"You'd have to get me off first, don't you think?" After fantasising about this moment so many times, the actualisation felt dreamlike and unreal. In her imagined version of events, it was Aaron shoving his cock down her throat. Still... Jayce was basically the same as the high-school Aaron in her memories. If anything, he was an even meaner version. 'It's almost as if all my fantasizing dreamed him to existence,' she thought, thinking of the song lyrics to that one Savage Garden song she'd liked briefly. "I knew I loved you before I met you,

So when Axton nails my prostate and bobs his head I let the intense wave hit me, and knock me over. With my mates name on my lips.

And I meant it when I said: The moment I get my strength back… the moment I’m whole again… they’ll all burn. Every. Last. One.

A beat dropped through the speakers, and before I could run or throw myself out the window again, Kai grabbed the remote mic and started belting: "You are… my fire..." His voice cracked. Horribly. I burst out laughing so hard I nearly fell off the couch. “Oh my God, stop! You sound like a dying goat.” He pointed the mic at me. “Join me or suffer eternal shame.” “Im already suffering eternal shame!” But I was laughing too hard to say no. So I grabbed another remote from the coffee table and stood up dramatically. "Tell me why" I screeched, totally off-key.

"You don't trust me enough to protect you, do you?" "This is not... it's not a game," I stuttered, my eyes watery. "He beats me to a stupor. I buy so many medicines for myself so I wouldn't bleed to death. I stay silent for my survival. Malek is insane-" He cut me off, his voice cold. "I will protect you. Recite that in your head as your daily mantra. Meet Malek today and tell him that you want your son back. When he leaves, take some time to look into the drawers in his bedroom and bring me the most interesting thing you find."

he asked me. “Everything goes hand in hand but one shouldn’t be stronger than the other,” I said to him. “Enough blah blah from you, I think it’s time for you to burn,” he said to me. I felt it deep inside my soul, the itching as the flames started low and I closed my eyes as it spread throughout my body. “Stǫðva,” I said loudly as the flames started in my hands and I looked Death in the eye. “Burn!” he commanded me.

Loki wants me to be fire without mercy. Erik wants me to be fire without fallout. But me?I want to be the flame that chooses what it burns.

You thought you could erase me? Watch me etch my name in every breath you take. I am not soft. I am not sweet. I am not yours. I am fire. And fire never begs to be seen.