Novel & Cerita Nothing Burns As Bright As You

"Burn. Burn it all away." "And take this pathetic love with you."

I just need to keep feeding the fire. Until it burns him blind.

They forgot—I am the flame. And flames don't die. They just find new ways to burn.

Just a few lines. *I was the flame you all feared. I was the ember no one claimed. But I chose to burn anyway. *And beneath that, scrawled in a child’s messy hand: “We’re still burning. For you.”

“Uh, at what, exactly?” “The shooting star. It’s falling just there...” I trailed off, realising that in covering up my first mistake I’d made a second. Human eyes couldn’t pick out half as much as mine could, no matter how little light pollution marred the sky here. “It’s gone now. Burned up into dust.” “The brightest candle burns twice as hot but for half as long,” he said, eyeing me like he’d relayed some great wisdom. My lips twitched. Taking pity on him, I filled the swelling silence. “It sure does.”

I am steady enough to burn and still build. Let them throw labels. I’ll throw flame.

Her once shiny blond locks were now covered with green sticky substance making her look like a slimy monster. "I know you did this freak," Sophie sneered her name like it was a cuss word. She never did like Pandora because I prefer to be with my best friend over her skanky ass. "I must say Sophie, green suits you," Pandora mockingly complimented her. "I will destroy you Pandora. I'll tear your life into pieces," Sophie said with so much rage as her face turned ten shades of red, making her even more ridiculous than ever.

Not even Damien Von Adler. I turned off the kitchen light, leaving the flowers in the glow of the city. They were beautiful. They really were. But even stars burn out.

My hatred towards this entire goddess-forsaken pack has grown exponentially. Ares has been roaring in my mind the entire time about how we are going to burn this pack down to the ground. And you know what? I’m already contemplating where to get the gasoline when I get out of here.

“Anthony, I just came to check why there was smoke in the bedroom. I was worried about Nina’s safety. After all, she can’t see. But I didn’t expect... I didn’t expect her to misunderstand you and me.” Indya sobbed in Anthony’s arms, sounding utterly aggrieved. Anthony glanced at the ashes by the bed, not even noticing that they were his love letters to me. “You can’t see now. Could you stop causing trouble? Would burning down the house finally satisfy you? How many times do I have to tell you? Indya is my friend. She’s here to help us with the wedding. Can you stop being so paranoid?” Anthony’s accusations came one after another. I sat on the floor, pain radiating from every part of my body.