Smithers X Burns Novels & Stories

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.

she demanded. I bit the inside of my cheek, suppressing a smile. Getting under her skin was far too easy. “I called you a screenager. You do know what that is, right?” “Of course I do.” “Good,” I said mildly. “Because you’re a textbook example.” “I am not!” I rolled my eyes and shut off the burner, sliding the chicken onto a plate. “You’ve been glued to that phone since you showed up. And let’s not pretend you didn’t lose your mind when your charger went missing.”

The more he dried, the more they were falling from my eyes. Like I said, I couldn't help it. My heart was brutally shattered already. The only thing that could fix it back was knowing that Dawson was perfectly fine. Brian returned with one of the officers. It was the one who'd driven down here with us. “What happened? Is Dawson one of those burnt bodies?” Smith asked. I held my breath, praying fervently to the moon goddess. “Nah. He's not. Those bodies belong to our dead colleagues. They got burnt in the fire.”

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.

, Aiden fell to the ground immediately on his knees and screamed out as he felt a strong hit of pain. "Told you to shut up", Bryan muttered under his breath, unable to laugh. This was really not the time to laugh, "But serve you right." "F*CK you Bryan", Aiden groaned. He could not even put much force into the f*CK you, he said, it sounded so off, which made Bryan chuckled breathlessly. They were that way for like ten to twenty minutes before they finally started feeling much better and uncuffed themselves and got up. Due to them being able to heal very fast, the burns the silver chains inflicted on them in less than five minutes healed.

Lenox asks without looking up from what he’s doing. “Oh, I think this’ll make a nice little diversion for our mad wolf.” Smith scrapes the tip of his knife down my front, between my bared breasts, over the burns along my ribs. I swallow a whimper. He smiles. His teeth are too square. They can’t be real. He backs up, re-sheathing his knife with deliberate slowness. A memory niggles in the back of my brain.

A fire. A scream. Silver eyes watching as I burned.