Once Burned Book Novels & Stories

He went back to his notebook. Dante picked up his wine. Brussels in January was doing its grey philosophy outside the restaurant window, and inside the table was warm with people who had built something together and were sitting in it, and the working group had recognized the methodology as sound, and the second novel was sixty-four thousand words with a cooperating third act, and in the Alentejo the garlic was underground doing its slow patient work, and in Cardiff there was a box with a note at the bottom of it, and the year was barely begun and was already, in its specific way, correct.

It looked as though the place had been ransacked, due to the books being scattered in every direction. I knocked around some of the books with the tip of my sneaker, surprised that not all were destroyed beyond recognition. I picked up one of the many plain bound books and looked at the cover. The top and bottom corner was burned off of the book, and the cover hung by a few threads, but there was still some sense to the handwritten words inside. The cover of the book read, "1836" I flipped the book open to a random pace, surprised to find the inexperienced writing of a child.

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

My hand closed around a small bound book on the table and I pulled it away from her and she screamed something I didn't understand and reached for me. Blaze was between us in an instant. "Burn it," Damon said to me. Directly. Clear. There was a flame on the table. A candle. I held the book over it and it caught fast, faster than it should have, like it wanted to burn. Lana made a sound that was not quite human when it went up. The three bundles were already burning. Colt had lit them the moment we got inside. The moment the book caught fully something in the air changed. I felt it physically. A pressure I hadn't realized was there released all at once and I took a breath that felt like the f

"Probably, the answer to your question." Her gaze observed the black antique book sharply and frowned, "How is it connected to this?" Scarlett questioned, suspicious. "Let's open it first," Nicole muttered, escaping her question, and with the tip of her index finger, she slid over the longest root and paused at the edge before cracking it with a press. Slowly, the other roots started moving and after a few seconds, they disappeared, earning a surprised scowl from Scarlett, "This is... Pure sorcery!" Holding a knowing smile on her face, Nicole slowly opened the book. The pages were crusty and some places burnt. the ink used in the book was no longer Available.

It felt so good that I trembled not long after, cumming hard. “Ah… I’m cumming,” Rowan grunted, and with a few powerful thrusts, he held my hips and slammed me hard on his dick before reaching his climax. A few minutes later, after we showered and lay in bed to rest, Rowan suddenly sighed. “I just received word from Dad,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “His friends found the books, but the page we are looking for is burnt in each book.”

“So you burn with what you loved.” When I opened my eyes, I was back on the floor of our burning den. This time, I pressed wet moss to my muzzle and dialed the public emergency channel. Let him choose her again. But in front of everyone. The roof beam fell at minute three. Wood cracked across my shoulder—bone snapped, I screamed, smoke swallowed the sound. Another beam caught my thighs. Blood pooled fast, soaking the nest I’d built for her. My daughter—still safe in my womb, five months along—kicked once, weak, then went still.

The scorching heat was nothing like the cold that seeped from skin into bone, from bone into the soul. I raised my hand and pressed my fingertips against the window. The glass was warm, and so was my hand. I could feel my blood flowing reassuringly under my skin. My heart was still beating steadily. Everything was alive. I was alive. The assistant flipped through her documents beside me before suddenly asking, "Ms. Scott, when you were in that team back home, you were… miserable, weren't you?" I withdrew my hand and tilted my head slightly to look at her, my interest piqued. "Why would you think that?"

He burned it, or at least he thought he had. But the next day, against all reason and logic, the book was there again. It reappeared, untouched, beneath that very same tree. That’s when his desperation turned to madness. He didn’t just want the book gone—he wanted the tree that birthed it destroyed. He summoned flames so fierce they licked the heavens, engulfing the tree in a sea of fire. And yet, when the smoke cleared, the tree stood unharmed. Its bark was blackened but unbroken; the only change inflicted on the book and tree was that they were pure black since then.

The crowd erupted in quiet cheers, whistles, claps, and laughter—joy sweeping through the clearing like sunlight breaking through clouds. I found myself smiling so wide my cheeks ached. Tonight, we remembered. And tonight, we celebrated. We were more than survivors—we were something new. And we were just getting started. *Note from the author* Book two Starts in the next chapter. "What Rose From the Ashes" I hope everyone has enjoied reading "What Survived the Burn" as much as I have enjoied writing it. This is why I see no other way than to begin book two...