Smithers X Burns Novels & Stories

he says before his mouth spreads into a sick smirk. So sick that the next breath that leaves me is a shaky one, fear mixing with excitement once again. That smirk stays on his face as he puts both hands on my inner thighs. His fingers have to inch down slowly from how tightly I clench my thighs together. They dig into my skin, curling to get a better grip. I yelp as he yanks them apart, making my panties painfully tighten on my knees. He brings his hands down, keeping me from closing them again. When he gets to my knees, I try to twist and turn as much as the ropes around my wrists will allow, cursing at him, yelling at him. He just laughs and dodges my kicks to finally get my panties off.

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.

"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.

The burner phone that had been attached to it — gone. He took his phone and left everything else. "You're faster than I expected," said a voice from directly behind him. Dante moved — turning, dropping, clearing space — and found himself facing a man who was standing in the alcove beside the wardrobe, just inside the fall of shadow that the desk lamp left untouched, and who had a fire extinguisher raised above his shoulder with the composed determination of someone who had already decided to use it and was waiting only for the geometry to work in his favor.

Lisa screamed again as each man dropped, blood pouring from their wounds. And then she felt the flames. They licked at her feet, the heat burned at her skin. She tried to wriggle her feet away but there was no escaping. She felt her tears mingling with the ashy smoke as her skin began to burn and the smoke began to consume her.

I could hear the faint siren of the fire service from afar, they are too late “We didn’t do that, we just got here and were still planning a way to get in and save you when we saw the fire and was Alpha Lucas dead ? Did you finally get a chance to kill him ?” “I did not kill him, have one of my soldiers take his body to his Pack “ I said dryly while coughing. My chest is filled with so much smoke “Okay, you need to see a doctor . You have severe burns on your body” said Beta Connor but I wasn’t feeling alright . With Lucas' confession, I suddenly feel Nina’s presence around which is making me more scared. I looked around but I didn’t see her but I saw a lot of the blue van escaping with peop

He scrambled to his feet, staggering toward Soo-ah. Sang-woo grabbed him mid-step. “We’re not done yet!” he shouted, dragging him away from the bomb. Behind them, Devin moved with lethal grace, cutting down the last of the men and igniting a wall of fire as a shield. The heat was intense, scorching the air, but Soo-ah felt alive—every nerve on fire, every muscle taut. The Smiling Man, realizing his advantage was gone, bolted toward the far end of the docks. “This isn’t over, Novelle!” he shouted, his voice carrying over the roar of the flames.