Little Fires Everywhere Novels & Stories

This outcome was inevitable. As it finished speaking, the temperature spiked. The hail and snow covering the ground melted away, silently marking the end of the old world. The air turned so hot that it was hard to breathe, like the whole world had been sealed inside a furnace, cooking the people trapped inside. Trees erupted into flames, floodwaters surged across the ground beneath them, and steam filled the air. For a moment, the crowd went still, then the panic broke again. The ground groaned and split. "The world's ending! Queen Charlotte, please come back and save us!"

Chapter 38: Small Fires POV: Aleira --- It started small—like all dangerous things. A whisper in the hallway. A look held just a second too long. Laughter that stopped the moment I entered the room. For a while, I told myself I was imagining it. That I was overthinking again, letting insecurity play tricks on me. But small fires, if ignored, only grow louder. And by the end of the week, it felt like Montenegro Enterprises was burning around me—quietly, elegantly, with perfume-laced smoke and sugar-coated daggers.

Although this graduation painting had not yet been completed, it was far superior to any of my previous works. The moment Willow saw the painting, her expression subtly shifted. I caught the flicker of greed and jealousy in her eyes. I looked around the room. In the next moment, I did something that left everyone completely flabbergasted. I pulled out a lighter and flicked it. Then, I brought the flame close to one corner of the canvas. "Cassidy! What are you doing?" Jess shouted sharply almost immediately. Needless to say, she was the first to react. The flame licked at the edge of the canvas and spread quickly. My masterpiece, the product of my passion and skill, burned down to ash before

“You shook the house so hard, he doesn’t know who to trust anymore.” “That’s the point.” She stepped closer. “So what now?” I turned toward the window. The city lights glowed like distant stars. Beneath them, fires were starting. Not flames not yet but sparks. Sparks of doubt. Sparks of rebellion. Sparks of truth. “Now,” I said, “we let the house burn.”

The rider felt fear so deep his hands that gripped the handlebars shook intensely, he just couldn't bear the thought of losing her. The flames were blazing as Scar dismounted his bike in a hurry, the rest of the riders were close behind him and were picking up Myers without a second thought, leaving Scar to search the lot for his girl. Men and woman stood looking at the flames in sadness, some with tears in their eyes but that didn't phase Scar. He needed to know where she was. Though, that was when Scar took a good luck at the great inferno. It was Lani's shop.

She fell to the floor and I looked back at Trevor. “Was the pain spell all you had?” The whole room had quietened down and everybody was gathered around us, wolves on my side and witches on his side. The green flames on his hands turned red and I laughed. I didn’t even need to say anything. The blue flames started at my fingertips and spread up my hands, overtaking the green flames. The witches all took a step backwards and I could smell their sudden fear. “Whoa! Time out!” Jessica said loudly as she stepped between us. “I leave for ten minutes and you bring out the party tricks?” Trevor’s flames had disappeared as the blue flames fully engulfed me. Jessica looked at me and I lowered my hand

Smoke curled into the night sky. Lily gasped, her knees giving way. “No. No, no, no…” Atlas caught her as sirens wailed in the distance. She stared in horror. “He’s not just trying to ruin me anymore,” she whispered. “He’s trying to erase me.” “When the fire burns everything down… what’s left is the truth.” Fire trucks howled through the night, painting the street in flashing red and white as Lily stood frozen on the pavement, staring at the flames devouring her dream.

They became feral infernal soldiers, their bodies ablaze with flames no water could extinguish, their very existence a curse on the land. These infernals rampaged through the streets, burning everything in their path—buildings, trees, people. Their screams were no longer human but guttural howls that echoed through River’s shattered streets. Mothers clutched their children as they fled blindly, desperate to escape the flames and the monsters. Some who tried to flee were caught by the ash and succumbed, their bodies becoming one with the fiery hive. The streets were filled with a madness that even the most hardened soldiers couldn’t contain.

Danny This entire day, this entire shift has been hectic from the moment we stepped foot in the firehouse. From the calls to the paperwork to my firefighters but despite all of that, it wasn’t any of those things that were keeping me up tonight. There was only one thing that was on my mind, one person on my mind and she was on the other side of my doors fast asleep just like everybody else. Malia Dawson, the one and only. She’s been on my mind all goddamn day and it’s been bugging the fuck out of me.

“But once you tell Lucian that you’re a big, fat liar, he'll drop whatever fantasies he has of getting back together with you.” “And if I don’t agree?” I narrowed my eyes. Did she really think that I was just going to do everything she said? That was preposterous. She slowly uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, her elbows on her knees. She fixed me with a cold, terrifying look. “Here’s the thing about fires, Elena,” she said, enunciating each word. “They can start…anywhere. At any time. Just…poof.” She snapped her fingers. “Just like that.”