Smithers X Burns Novels & Stories

"You should be clever enough to figure it out, Emily. This is the end of your journey." As Emily frantically tried to release herself from the chains, Mr. Smith turned to the doorway leading up to the basement exit. He lit a match, the flame casting eerie shadows on the walls. With a cruel smile, he tossed the burning match onto the floor, and the room erupted into flames. Emily screamed, her voice echoing off the walls as the fire raged around her. "Are you planning to burn me alive?" she cried, her eyes wide with terror. Mr. Smith raised his hands in a mock salute. "See you in the afterlife, Emily." With a final glance, he turned and disappeared up the stairs, leaving Emily to her fate. Th

“So what, you think there are survivors?” “There has to be at least one. I can smell a faint scent, but I am no tracker. You should have Riggs come over and try to track the trail. See what his wolf picks up.” Burns suggested, and it was a good idea. Tums immediately called their top tracker, Harris Riggs, over and gave him the space to work.

My anger stuttered for half a second. Because standing there was pure trouble. Low-riding denim shorts hung loose on narrow hips, exposing a sharp V-cut that disappeared into shadow. His chest was bare, inked with dark tattoos that curled over broad shoulders and thick, corded arms. Dark eyes, lazy smirk—the kind of man who treated sleep like an option and sin like a full-time job. For one dangerous second, I forgot why I’d come over. Then the bass kicked back up behind him and my brain rebooted.

But also at her for letting it get this bad. I got the silk bunched up under her armpits, exposing her torso. My breath hissed through my teeth. There were no bandages. It was obvious she had peeled them off the night before in the shower. The skin underneath was a mess. The burns were deeper than they looked yesterday, angry blisters forming around the edges where the electricity had exited her body. The scabs had cracked open during the night, oozing fresh blood and clear serum that had dried into a sticky, crusty mess against her ribs. The surrounding skin was angry and inflamed, hot to the touch.

She opens the door and the pizza guy is there stunned by her naked presence and the naked presence of Dian and Tony. She paid him and closed the door with him still standing there in shock after seeing the look on the guy's face Rebecca and Dian started laughing. Rebecca turns around and says let's have dinner and talk about where we are going to live together. Dian and Tony are very pleased to hear this and immediately start recommending places. THE END🥳❤️ THE END OF BURNING PASSION 🥳❤️

However, before I even reached the front entrance, I saw black smoke billowing out of the blazing house. Immediately, I thought about my son, Harrison Ellis, who should be sleeping in his room. Wasting no time, I drenched a piece of tissue to cover my nose and mouth before rushing in. As soon as I entered the living room, I could feel the flames licking at my skin. The pain intensified as boils soon formed on my red, swollen skin. Every time I breathed in, it felt as though I were inhaling burning hot coals. Even my throat felt like it'd been scalded, causing so much pain that I couldn't even speak. My tears flowed uncontrollably.

He chuckled. Smirking, she looked up. "If it doesn't burn...then what's the point of playing with fire?" TBC

"I don't believe in miracles anymore, Ben. I believe in stubbornly refusing to die. There's a difference." "Is there?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Sometimes I think your stubborn refusal to give up is the closest thing to a miracle I've seen since The Burning." The mention of The Burning made my chest tighten, as it always did. The memories were still too fresh, too raw. I could still smell the smoke, hear the screms, see the sky turning that terrible shade of orange as the world caught fire. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on putting one foot in front of the other.