Nothing More Let Em Burn Novels & Stories

"Honey, don't cry. We can still have kids in the future…" I jerked my head up to stare at her, pressing, "So you plan to have more of Brandon's children and turn me into a cuckold?" Tara paled instantly. She reflexively blurted out, "No! It's not like that, Eric! I only want to have your children!" I stayed silent, my vision blurry. Certain that I didn't believe her, she knelt before the tombstone and banged her head on the ground. She exclaimed in a shaky voice, "Don't be like this, Eric! I know I messed up! I swear I'll deal with Brandon when we get back!"

Those words sank into my heart like a thousand steel needles. I had already spent over four years living as someone dependent, unwanted, trapped. They didn't love me. They tormented me. And yet, they refused to let me go. It was true—I could leave soon. Just not with Jonathan. I would leave on my own. My phone was still at the Sterling house. I would get it back, one way or another. And before I left, I wanted to say goodbye—to him, and to the past we had shared. "I can't walk anymore. Will you carry me?"

Ask him why he can't keep me when he is so obsessed with me. Is it really that easy for him to let me go? Am I the only one burning like this? What is this, Louis? Please say something. I turned around to leave. My steps felt heavy, and breathing felt suffocating, like my chest was closing in on itself. We will never meet again. I will never see his face, never hear his rude orders, never feel his warm touch, and never see his beautiful laugh again. How am I going to survive this? My heart felt like it was tearing apart, piece by piece. Every memory rushed back at once, his voice, his presence, the way he looked at me like I mattered, even when he pretended not to.

“Then find me something they can’t burn.” ----

She turned to them and said, "Please forgive us for this embarrassing display. What you have witnessed was nothing more than a debacle. I trust everyone present here will keep this matter confidential." Don Bryant's expression hardened as he added, "You guys ought to remember that the Bryant family operates on a principle of reciprocating goodwill and retaliating against all offenses. You guys should head home and reflect on that carefully." Upon hearing that, the entire crowd immediately grasped the underlying threat in the statement—those who risked revealing the disgraceful events of the evening would have to endure the Bryant family's retribution. They hurriedly nodded in understanding a

He stood frozen to the spot, looking as pale as a sheet. "So." I took a deep breath and looked squarely into his eyes. "We'll have to end things here." I turned around and walked into the crowd without looking back. Behind me, David began crying loudly, sounding devastated. "Mom! Mom!" My heart jolted violently, but I did not stop walking. There were some things that could not be compensated for. There were some cracks that could never be mended. I had just learned how to love myself. Later, I found out that Shane had moved to Bretia with David.

Louis choked out. I didn't look up and said flatly, "Go put out the fire first. It's too late for anything else now." Yeah, it was too late. A heavy weight settled in every firefighter's chest. They all couldn't help but wonder if Margaret would still be alive if they hadn't listened to Joshua back then. Eventually, they got the fire under control, revealing walls charred by soot. For some reason, my mind wandered back to the first time I met Joshua.

If it were before, she would have gone to argue with Sean, to make him understand right from wrong. But now, she had completely given up on him. Sharon comforted her son, then picked up the shredded pieces of the stuffed animal, trying to fix it. But after stabbing her fingers multiple times, which drew blood, she ended up with nothing but a pile of fabric scraps. Looking at her wounded hands, she suddenly remembered what her mother had told her before she passed away, tears in her eyes as she held Sharon's hand. "I'm not afraid of dying... I'm only afraid that after I'm gone, no one will protect you and James."

The night before our engagement party. My fiancé's childhood sweetheart, Isabella, said she had a "family welcome" for me. A little tradition, she said. For a "nobody." She tricked me. Lured me to the family's private boathouse on the lake. Then she opened the floodgates. Let the freezing lake water pour in. Icy water seeped over my ankles. On the shore, guests from the five Chicago families. They held their drinks. They watched me struggle. Watched me fight for my life. She smiled like an angel. Her words were pure poison. "Doesn't Alessia know all about rules? Let's see how low she'll go for Nico." My fiancé, Nico Falconetti, heir to the family, stood by the warm bonfire. Watching me acros

My dress slid dangerously high as he rolled his hips into mine, the friction sending fire licking through my veins. My fingers curled into his shoulders, barely holding on as he spun me, dipped me, and pulled me back with a force that stole the breath from my lungs. Oh my God. I was drowning. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew people were watching. I knew the room still existed. But it felt unreal now. The only thing that felt real was him. Then, the chorus hit. "I'd let the world burn Let the world burn for you This is how it always had to end