My Burning Heart Novels & Stories

The sound of fire was distant and threatening, though no flames were visible. I turned around. Everything around me was ablaze. People were running, fleeing, screaming. Children ran inside houses—children who, like me, wore the same white uniform, marked with the same insignia. The uniform was no longer white; it was stained with blood. Merlin stood a few meters away, holding a burning torch. Her face was not angry. It was calm, eerily blank. — Why? — my voice was childlike, pleading. Merlin looked right through me and hurled the torch onto the porch. The fire devoured the wood with the hunger of a living beast.

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?

My eyes flickered with hurt, and my heart burned with jealousy. “Because I wanted to be sure that he wasn't lying to me.” She yelled.

Those words sank into my heart like a thousand steel needles. I had already spent over four years living as someone dependent, unwanted, trapped. They didn't love me. They tormented me. And yet, they refused to let me go. It was true—I could leave soon. Just not with Jonathan. I would leave on my own. My phone was still at the Sterling house. I would get it back, one way or another. And before I left, I wanted to say goodbye—to him, and to the past we had shared. "I can't walk anymore. Will you carry me?"

As soon as he's on the ground, she steps on his chest and grabs onto his head, holding it inches from the burning fire. "Did ya miss me?!" She grins, seething with rage. "What the hell are you doing here?! Who let you in??" He cries. She smiles, "We got a little creative..." I hear footsteps behind me. I pull my gun and turn around, but it is just Bruno, Leon, and Ishir. They all gather around us. His frightened eyes beam down Ishir. "Ishir?!! What are you-" She shakes his head closer to the fire.

“Try backing him up, and I swear I’ll deck both of you right here.” These two idiots dragged me out to a bar because I’ve been out of it for days. And why wouldn’t I be? The girl I’ve wanted to see for years, the one I haven’t been able to get out of my head since back then… was going to marry my brother.

My breath was uneven, but my heart? My heart was on fire. They wanted me weak. Broken. Alone. But I wasn’t going to give them that. They might’ve lit the fire—but they were about to find out I’d been forged in worse.

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

The cold winter wind rushed through the broken window of the abandoned house. The girl in the shadows shivered, backing further away from the shattered glass. The breeze blew her hair into her eyes, and she quickly pushed it away. Her red hair was like a fire burning in the darkness, a beacon glowing brightly for her hunter to find. She looked over her shoulder for the millionth time, feeling paranoid. He could be anywhere — lurking in a dark corner, waiting behind a closed door, silently standing behind her — and she wouldn't even know it. He was too quiet. Too good at this horrible game.

"I won't hurt you, I didn't mean to hurt you, I swear!" "But you did!" I didn't know what I meant but I howled. My mind was vacant, but my heart seemed to remember it as it clamped. It was like it had thousands of needles nipping into it. It hurt and with each passing second, I felt like the breath in me was being knocked out as I gasped out loud. I brought my hand up to clutch my chest but it stopped midair as I realized it was burning; I Was Burning! "What's happening?!"