Smithers X Burns Novels & Stories

she asked coldly, staring straight into his eyes like a challenge. He nodded. “Of course. I understand.” He stepped closer to the bed, his voice soft and professional. “Your sister has sustained what we classify as third-degree burns over nearly seventy percent of her body. That includes portions of her face, chest, arms, and legs. The burns are extensive and severe, and unfortunately, they’ve also caused serious complications—especially damage to her lungs from smoke inhalation.” “But… she was still breathing when we brought her in,” Victoria said, still in that chillingly calm tone. “She was talking. She said my name.”

She stammered, “Matthew, she is just trying to destroy what we have. Please… don’t believe her.” However, Matthew had survived too many battles in the business world. He knew she was lying. I signaled the guards to release him. He sank to the floor, drained. He looked at me with a complicated expression like he wanted to say something, but no words came out. “That’s all about it. The two of you can wait for the court summons.” “Oh, and to everyone who attended this auction. Your recordings of exploiting underage girls and organizing group debauchery have all been documented. I’ll be handing those to the police, too.”

“Sabrina doesn’t like being found. That’ll cost you.” Yvonne smiled, blowing smoke in his direction. “Name your price.” They negotiated while I stood there, heart pounding. Yvonne was calm, confident, playing the game like she’d done it a hundred times. The guy eventually nodded. “Fine. I can track her burner locations. Give me twenty minutes.” While he worked, Yvonne smoked another cigarette, leaning against the counter like she owned the place. I stayed quiet, nerves eating at me. When the guy finally looked up from his screens, he had an address scribbled on a piece of paper. But then his eyes landed on me again. He stared for a long second, tilting his head.

“You look perfectly fine. Please excuse me. You are crushing me.” He got up and she sat up, adjusting her hair. “I have gone through worse,” He said. “This is nothing. Bullets don’t scare me anymore.” Lisa sighed. “You are used to it. I am not,” She admitted. “I will get used to it with time.” He smiled and she frowned. “Why are you smiling?” He didn’t answer. Because she just said she would stay. That she would get used to his world. That she wasn’t leaving. “It’s late,”

He’s dead. [Or stupid] --- Bullet Comments with spoiler will be screened out for the hero --- The bullet comments on the screen blew up into another climax, filled with more vicious curses this time and even less information. But the smirk on Meph’s face widened. “You guys are the best fans!” Meph’s long, deep, foxy eyes smile into two curvy lines, yet somehow he doesn’t come off as crafty but harmless and innocent, as if he really meant it. The amount of comments blew up, meaning star shards were a sensitive topic. At least, the “audience” had things to say about it.

Right after I finished speaking, Rita threw herself off the hospital bed. Her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, filled with stubbornness and sorrow. "Looks like I've been getting in the way of your perfect little family. The doctor said if I didn't get new skin grafts soon, the burns could kill me. Don't worry. I'll stay out of sight so I won't ruin your happiness," she said. She deliberately pulled back her sleeve, exposing the mottled, raw skin beneath. Then, with tears streaming down her face, she dialed her phone and called to give up on treatment.

Inside, it was choked with dust. "Don't worry, Connor," one of his friends had told him during a conversation Samantha had overheard. "We've already set up the timed incendiary. You just need to lure her in and lock the door from the outside. Once it starts burning, she won't be able to get out. Based on the last fire, wait fifteen minutes, then go in and save her. She won't die—maybe just a few burns. But when she sees you coming through the flames, she'll be so grateful and start crying." Samantha had heard it all. And she was ready to let "Samantha" be buried in this fire for good.

He rams his cigarette into my chest and the scorching heat makes me scream out loud and grit my teeth. "I always tell you this , "he growls as his eyes look directly into mine. He rams his cigarettes into my skin and smashed it until I scream out aloud again . The main is unbearable . I fall on the ground and clutch my stomach tightly as I try to nurse the burns on my chest . "Get the fuck up and we are going to do this again , "he speaks calmly as he wants for me to get up.

Just as I was at the brink of despair, Jared rushed through the fire like a hero and saved me. After I was rescued, I sat in the fire truck, trembling in fear. Jared came and draped a blanket over my shoulders, calming me down with his gentle gesture and warm smile. I had never felt so safe. After that, I bought a lot of fruits and went to the fire department to thank him. That was how we got acquainted with each other. At first, he gave me mixed messages. It was hard to get him to reply, no matter how many messages I sent him.