Mystery Burns Novels & Stories

she said firmly, her voice taking a chastising tone. "No, this is exactly the time," I interjected stubbornly. "I saw fire today. Once you light a fire, it has to burn and it doesn't care if this is the time or place. Fire either burns brightly or it fizzles into nothingness and smoke. Without the fire, there is no light. So, are you two burning or fizzling?" I demanded. I wanted an answer. Andrew looked at me, and I shrugged. I might be confused from the drugs, but it had sounded poetic in my head.

It was funny how I'd been kept in the dark for five years, as I'd fallen for her claim of wanting to keep a low profile again and again. It wasn't that she didn't want to celebrate it. It was that I didn't deserve to be celebrated. With my eyelids drooping and my breathing growing faint, the paramedic started crying out of desperation. Seeing how bloody I was and how close I was to death, she borrowed an electric scooter from a kind stranger and rushed me out of the ambulance. We were so close to the venue that I even heard Brandon ask, "Babe, what's that thing on the scooter? It's gross…"

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.

The café smelled like cinnamon and burnt espresso when I pushed back inside. Normal. Blessedly normal. Nick glanced up. “You alive?” “Barely,” I said, tying my apron back on. Lila leaned in. “Corporate emergency or secret double life?” “Something like that.” I didn’t say anything else. I took orders. Smiled at customers. Let muscle memory take over while my brain ran laps I couldn’t slow down. Damien’s voice kept intruding—low, deliberate, too controlled for comfort. Pressure. Access.

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