Regina George Burn Book Page Novels & Stories

Regina, my love, You're the fire in my heart that melts away all my worries. Your smile is like the sunshine after a rainy day, Your eyes, it likes two orbs of fire, full of life. The only thing is, you are so serious, losing the joy of life in it. Dear cutie Pie, Please remember me in your prayers Regina, I have started writing this book since I know that I'm dying. I'm just a guest in this world for few days. Darling, I'm the proof that life is too short for you to stay serious all the time. Live your life at the moment. Take time to enjoy it. Take time to help others then you will do a great job in your life.

Hopefully, Alpha Kenn does not mind. I take the book back to my seat, and I flip to where I left off in Sebastian's copy, specifically a page talking about silver and silver stones. Oddly, there seems to be a marker tucked in between the pages, and I open it at the particular crevice. My eyes deceive me at the memorable title written at the top of the page. Daughters of the Moon Goddess. My muscles twitch as my tongue runs dry. Suddenly the door opens. "Evangeline, are yo—"

The lady said typing away at the computer. Jade walked to the back wall, scanning the books, she found a book called ‘The Forgotten Sorrows.’ She planted herself on the floor and started to read into it. It didn’t detail too much into the whole history before the witch burnings, but when it started in on the witch burnings, it turned brutal.

Twenty-Two: The Rescue Cecilia POV The doctor’s hands were cold. He pressed against my skin, checking the burns with a detached precision. He smeared the ointment over the raw spots where the clamps had been, his movements efficient. He didn't look me in the eye. His touch was detached, almost bored, as if he’d seen hundreds of girls like me wired up and screaming.

He tugged at my hand, leading me to the swimming pool. It was winter, and the water was freezing. The moment I stepped in, the cold pierced through me. But when I saw the pleading look in his eyes, I kept searching, diving down again and again. However, there was nothing. I looked up and asked him, "Luca, are you sure you dropped it here? I can't see anything. What does it look like?" "It's a small golden car. Please, Aunt Shannon. I'm begging you." Clenching my teeth, I dove back into the water. I didn't know how long I had been searching when I suddenly heard Vivian's voice. "Luca, what are you doing here?"

Of her. She flipped through pages drawn in charcoal—some with shaking hands, some with precision. One page showed a girl surrounded by flame. Her eyes were glowing. Her silhouette, familiar. “What is this?” she asked. “It’s the record of the Fireborn,” he said. “There’s only ever one in a generation. Sometimes none. It skips centuries. But when the world begins to change—when things grow restless—that fire finds a home.” She closed the journal, her heart thudding. “Why me?”

She had been part of the project that had unleashed this hell on the world. "This can't be real." I whispered, my voice shaking. "She wouldn’t have—" “Maya,” Daniel interrupted, his voice tight. “There’s more.” I looked up, and he handed me another file. This one was thicker, the pages dog-eared and stained with something I didn’t want to think about. I opened it, and the first thing I saw was a map—our region, marked with red X's. Target zones. “I think this is where The Burning started.” Daniel said, pointing to the map. “These are the areas that were hit the hardest.”

I ripped a page out of one of the books and then another. "Gemma, what are you doing?" George demanded with a slight panic. "These books have no copies." "Stay with me," I said to him. I flipped through another journal and lo and behold there was a similar marking on one of the pages, I ripped that one out too. "It's as I thought." "I don't think you should be tearing them."

I thought I broke free, but he was spinning a new web all along. What was waiting for me in Engleton?

"I've had all night to sit with exactly what that means." I flipped back to one of the earlier pages, a photograph of a pharmacy receipt, a name that wasn't Selena's own scrawled at the bottom of a prescription log, needing a moment before I could ask the obvious question. George had gone quiet beside me, reading over my shoulder again, his jaw working the way it did when he was holding back a reaction he didn't want to show yet. "Where did you get all this?"