Mystery Burns Novels & Stories

Allard gave an order to one of his men and whispered something to him. We arrived at a large room surrounded by books and papers. We sat down, and after a few moments, there was a knock at the door. My chest tightened… this would be the first time I’d seen her again face to face after so many years. I wonder if she still remembers me. Did she still even know who I was? Alina…

He hummed kissing me all the way up to my jaw as I made incoherent sounds at the back of my throat. "I'm burning." I let out as I grabbed his cheeks between both of my hands and made him look at me. Maybe that way, he'll see how miserable and agitated I was. I felt like my body was no longer mine. It felt so new and it wanted more than just simple touches and kisses. "My body is burning for you Caesar. Please do anything, I don't care. Take care of it, I completely trust you." He placed a small kiss on my lips and then went back to looking at me in admiration.

I took Ava and ran. We had seconds. Fire alarms screamed. Men shouted. The house went into a frenzy, and in that chaos we found the service exit we needed. Metal clanged. Feet pounded. I shoved Ava into the car and slammed the door. The engine roared. The shadow in the doorway watched us leave. Isabella lay on the floor, the files scattered like a cemetery. She looked up. The bullet had not killed her. It had cut deep. Her eyes were steady now. “Burn it,” she told me, voice thin. “Burn it all.”

"No don't be, just that I hate been reminded of my growing stigma, I just want to forget, I want to wake up one day and find out it had all been a dream. "Don't worry, Amy, it would be over soon. He was trying to encourage her, that seem like what she needed to hear at the time. "How could you be so sure? She asked, wanting more words of encouragement. "I have people working for me, they are already in your case, don't worry this mystery would be unraveled soon"

From then on, whenever I unknowingly wore a color she favored, used her favorite perfume, or styled my hair like hers, he would scowl or lash out with cold, cutting words. The most humiliating thing I'd ever done was to fall in love with a man who never truly belonged to me. I traced the burns on my legs and called my mentor abroad. If I were just a forgotten shadow beneath Tucker's true love, then walking away was the only thing left to do. … That evening, Tucker handed me a necklace. "You're coming with me to the cocktail party tonight. Don't make a scene."

Burning his own house, his own evidence, his own ten-year-old crime, so that nothing of what I am can ever be grown again from what we leave in the ash. The man who burns things to erase them is burning down the place where he kept his most valuable secret. To keep it. Behind us, deep in the bones of the structure, the charges he set hours ago begin to walk through the north wing in a long rolling sequence. The corridor lights up orange and then white at our backs. The heat reaches us in a wave the silver under my skin drinks rather than fears. The north wing, where Julian once swore the data would burn until there was not an atom left, where the lab that grew me has its hidden twin, goes up

“Whether you poured hot water on yourself or not, you know clearly.” Bonnie sneered and continued opening up a document from the flash drive. “This is burns from someone who was scalded by freshly boiled water for ten minutes. This is someone who had been burned by coffee. The last one is Ms. Blake’s burns. Which one does she belong to?” The audience was silent for a long while when they heard what Bonnie said. In the end, someone said softly, “Ms. Blake’s burns are similar to the freshly boiled water one…”

"Nat, it's all my fault. I never should've gone along with your mom. I should've let you out!" Mom stepped back in shock, but she still refused to admit fault. "No way! That door could be pushed open from the inside. How could she have been burned to death? "Right! The footage—surveillance footage can be faked! You all must've teamed up with that brat! Are you trying to scam us for money?" Seeing that she still refused to accept reality, Dad turned to her, his voice heavy with grief. "Enough! Nat died because of you!

The way she had looked at him on that first day in the courtyard was as though she were looking at someone who was considerably more familiar than a stranger who had just been introduced. I told myself that it was impossible that night when I was lying awake, for Wren is dead. I saw her being burned. I was in the crowd and watched as the fire took her, and in no version of that memory does anyone walk away from it alive. Nevertheless, the evidence kept on building up—small, specific, and hard to ignore—a habit of doing laundry, a fighting style, a way of laughing, and the manner in which she moved around rooms as if she had constructed them herself. He kept thinking about it well into the ni

But it's clear that the fire started small, then turned into huge flames and reduced the coffins to ashes a few minutes later. Dad eyed me. "What the hell is going on?" I was shaking my head in utter confusion. "Honestly, I have no idea, Dad." "Jeez, can't you see, guys? The coffins disappeared from the room and then reappeared in the vacant lot and started burning without anyone torching it. But we know better; someone is there, and that person is invisible! He or she is the one who burns the caskets. That's my theory!" Lyn said it animatedly, and her eyes flickered.