Nothing Burns As Bright As You Novels & Stories

But they’ve only shown me the truth: Some fires don’t burn brighter when fed. They burn deeper. And I am never burning out. I am just getting started. Let the Hollow come. I’ll meet it with every breath I have left.

"Don't bother inviting Joshua to the funeral. I don't want him anywhere near it. Our bond just wasn't meant to last in this life, Rue. It'd be great to see you again if there's life after this." My eyes went wide as I watched that frail figure leap from the 17th floor. "Margaret!" I screamed in pain. At the same time, I could hear the familiar wail of fire sirens.

Broken no more. Burning forever. Together. Always.

while Maria got all her father's love and affection, Amber got heads turning everywhere she went because of her extraordinary beauty and tender soul. "Happy birthday sister and congratulations,dad and I have the best present for you I can barely contain my excitement. I am sure you will DIE for it." She said emphasising the word die. Amber paid no attention to her sister but decided to sit and wait for her to finish her blubbering because she knew better than to walk away from her bossy sister would get her in trouble with the father.

“‘Live like you were dying.” -Tim McGraw "W-O-W," Sabrina exclaims as she helps me carry boxes through the mansion and my room, "Looks like Momma Bear caught herself a big fish." She whistles while tossing the box to the ground and then flopping herself onto my bed. "Yeah, it looks like it," I grumbled back.

Still burning. But now by choice.

This time, they would not break. They would burn brighter than ever before. Together.

Ayla's POV "Have you forgotten all those years and the good times we had together?" I drew my hand back gently and looked at the dried leaves drifting on the Karnell River. "I remember them. When you hurt me time and time again in the past, I kept giving you chances precisely because I remembered those times. "However, you're only reflecting on yourself now. It's too late, Shane. "It's like these fallen leaves." I spread out my palm and caught a yellowing leaf. "Even if I stick it back on a branch… It's not going to come back to life."

Watching me give a speech on TV, my five-year-old asked, "Mommy, what's Ariadne?" "It's a special code I wrote, sweetheart. It's like a shield against the bad guys. It turns into butterflies that fly to girls who need help, whispering to them: 'No more tears, no more punishment, no more suffering.'" She nodded, half-getting it. I clasped her hand, and in a way, the hand of my eighteen-year-old self, and together we walked into a brighter world. The girl who once perished in a personal hell finally crafted her very own paradise.

In the end, I couldn't take it anymore and rushed into the fire department with a bouquet of roses. I yelled into the megaphone, "Jared, I like you! Marry me! I'll keep standing here until you come out and meet me!" After a long time, he finally came out, surrounded by his team members. He walked up to me and accepted the bouquet of roses, but he rejected me. "I appreciate your feelings, but I can't marry you." I asked him tearfully, "Why? Do you not like me at all?" "No." "Then, why? Tell me! At least give me a reason!"