Mystery Burns Novels & Stories

Then, I dropped another bombshell. "Jared, you accused me of killing Madison and Samuel, but the one who killed them is none other than Wendy!" Suddenly, a bunch of police officers rushed in and cuffed Wendy. "Ms. Bradford, you're under arrest for intentionally causing an accident that killed two people." Officer Zeller stepped forward and explained to Jared, "We have discovered the cause of the accident. Someone had placed a large boulder on the slope next to the mountain road. They even set up a mechanism to release the boulder so that it would hit the bus when it passed by and cause the vehicle to flip.

He hadn't even dared to own up to his mistakes. "I'm sorry, Belle… I was wrong…" His tears fell onto the diagnosis report, blurring the words. His phone pinged with a message from Roger. "The police only managed to find a portion of the remains after the fire, Mr. Johnson. They've been sent for DNA testing. It was confirmed to belong to Ms. Sutton." The bloody truth was laid bare before Anthony. Unexpectedly, he refused to believe that Isobel was genuinely dead. She'd prepared this gift for him a month in advance. If the accident wasn't truly an accident, that meant it had to be a trick for her to get away from him.

She found it strange. After the doctor was done, he left with the nurse leaving Taylor and Joy alone. TAYLOR'S POV I was having a stressful day from all the business meetings I was attending, and so I decided to take a walk after my last meeting to relieve some of it. I was lost in my thoughts when my feet took me to a park and I noticed something strange in the nearby bush from where I was seated and I decided to take a look, only to find a beautiful brown girl with bruises everywhere, she was covered in a lot of blood and looked lifeless. My heart ached, she looked so fragile, so serene as she lay there.

I'd never get around to seeing my face and not thinking about her, not seeing her. The girl in the mirror stared back, gaze unwavering. The left side of my face was totally affected by the fire. It was a 3 degree burns though lots of surgeries over the years have reduced the scars greatly and now, it was a little over 1 degree burns. My left eye was badly affected though and I've had to wear contact lenses. I subconsciously ran my hands over the lines marring my left face, they stretched further into my neck and chest and my tummy, then my legs. I lived through sheer luck.

They didn't really care who won or lost, as they were all hoping to personally witness the fabled Bryant family curse, or at least see the hideous monster that would come about if the curse wasn't lifted. … I trailed my hand slowly down William's abdominal muscles, but the sudden heat and magnitude took me aback, causing me to let out a surprised cry. "Didn't they say you're incapable in that regard, William?" William gently rested his chin on my shoulder. His tone conveyed a bit of feigned indignation while saying, "You ought to know that rumors are not to be trusted, darling. I'll use my body to prove it to you." I could feel his body burning up, and his profound blue eyes were fixed solel

“What did you see?” “Everything was burning. An intense impossible burning,” she was breathless just remembering. “Not like the explosions that Connery and Harry caused at the high school. Bigger. Could Connery have something bigger in his arsenal?” She wondered immediately. “He would only use something like that if something happened to Meguitte.” “Are you sure that Meguitte and Connery are the source of the burning?” Greg asked her, keeping his voice low as pedestrians were passing by. “I mean… Why are you so sure?”

"The cuts were clearly from a butcher knife. As for the burns... hmm... That's where another problem comes in." "Out with it, Mark. You're testing my patience," I snapped, holding on to the last strings of restraint I had. "The burns were not from an ordinary fire. It seemed the fire carried some type of poison that is uncommon," Mark explained. "We'll have to run some few tests again." "Is she out of danger?" I questioned. "Not fully," Mark replied with an uncertain tone. "There's a high chance she'll be paralyzed for the rest of her life due to the drugs in her system. The burns can be treated with plastic surgery, that is after we're certain she can go for one."

Mia will be here in a sec ahmon said Why mia don't you think we should be inviting Kayla too, she is the one under threat here not mia Don't be stupid ahmon said harshly mia is the strongest here He roll his eyes hating the fact that she had to join them And don't you forget that we are talking about my mate here Acknowledgeing her alread y What the....ahmon stood up Mia open the door stopping both of them on their track What's going on here Ahmon sat down coughing Well now that ure here we should start Arles said Have you check all the CCTV footage Yes alpha the person that set the fire is an expert I'm guessing we have a puzzle to solve Arles said The person must be within us then ahmon sa

“You find something interesting, Maya?” I hesitated, my fingers tracing the edge of the journal. “This bunker belonged to a scientist,” I said slowly. “Someone who predicted The Burning. They tried to stop it.” Ben frowned, lowering his rifle slightly. “What do you mean, ‘predicted’?” I handed him the journal, watching his expression shift as he flipped through the pages. “They knew something was coming. They were part of some kind of project to stop it, but it got out of control.” Marcus snorted from his spot near the wall. “So, what? Some crackpot scientist thought they could play God and screwed it all up? Sounds about right.”

My eyes are burning, and my chest hurts. Molly is not here either. I went to check on the second floor. The fire is deadly here. The flames are high, blocking my way. The smell of gasoline is strong. I now know Molly is here, but I am unable to enter the room. "Molly…" I call out to her. She is not answering me. This terrifies me. Several bad thoughts rush into my mind. "I will take you out of here," I grunt as I take a few steps back. I sprint and take a leap. I successfully cross the flames, but fire catches me on the legs and back.