Smithers X Burns Novels & Stories

He quickly gets up, pours fuel on the car, then lights a match. Flames quickly spread through the car and it feels like the old me is being burned to ashes. “Get down,” the new driver orders just as our car takes off. The car is swallowed up by the fire and seconds later, there's a boom as it explodes loudly and illuminates the night. I try to hold in but the tears run down my face. I lean back against the seat and cry. My sobs are coming from my broken heart. The driver looks at me through the rearview, “It was necessary. You'll be a ghost by morning. No body, just evidence.”

And the world went to fire. It started with Xiomar’s gym. Smoke and flames erupted across the frame, thick and black, curling into the sky like the tendrils of some living monster. People ran, shouting, scrambling over the exercise machines, trying to escape. And then the sound, gunfire, rapid, deafening. Men fell. One after another. The trainers, the staff, loyal employees ,all gunned down before our eyes. I recognized some of them, faces I had greeted, people who had trusted us. Blood blossomed across the floor, slick and shining. And then the camera shifted, moving outside to the tattoo shop. My own shop. Flames licking the windows, the metal shutters bending and warping from heat. My emp

Sam sat alone on a bench a few feet away, staring at his hands, looking like a man who'd just jumped off a cliff and was only now realizing there was no telling where he'd land. I walked over and sat beside him. "Thank you," I said. "I know what that cost you." "I don't know what it cost me yet," he said quietly. "I'll find out soon enough." "If you ever need anything," I said. "A job, a place to land if this goes badly for you …you have it. I mean that." He looked at me, something almost surprised in his expression, like he hadn't expected kindness from the woman his family had spent years trying to destroy.

August flinched from the shattering sound. "That time our whole family was alive Steve! Do you even hear yourself!?," Adriel roared. "Have you forgotten what they did to us? It wasn't you who saw them bathed in blood, it was me. And our mother? Think about the pain she endured when her whole body was burned. Were her mighty husband and three children able to save her? No." August cried silently allowing his brother to let it out from his heart. Adriel snatched the unfinished bottle from the table chugging the contents down his throat. He gazed at the portrait of the beard man on the wall with resentment. August followed his gaze where their father's picture was hanged.

He is still crying and worried over Athena and now he is going to cry and worry over him too? Smith wanted to run in after him but the fire fighters as well as everyone else there stopped him and told him that the best thing is to stop the fire so that if they can make it, they would have a clean way running out of the studio. He calmed down and joined the fire fighters in stopping the fire from growing and escalating. TB who felt like if he doesn’t do that, then Sean won’t be the only one to have sad days in a year joined as well to quench the fire in the little way he could.

We still remember that girl Bruno met inside the plane during his flight back to Texas? Her name was Silvia. In addition to her beauty and other things that were physically intact in her, he had that charisma that most people would long to see in ladies but seemed just few of them had it, Silvia was one of them. Since that day they arrived in texas, Bruno haven't met with her again or even called her to know how she was faring. Silvia on her own side still maintained her own esteem and decided to wait for the call anytime it was coming even if it had to take till eternity to come.

Because Christian Wuncler, with his patrician, chiseled features and thick blond hair, was as breathtakingly, stunningly beautiful as any man could be. While they studied each other, the sheriff ruffled paperwork. Finally, he cleared his throat and motioned to the two guards that Chris should be seated. He chose a chair directly across from Vanessa. “Hello.” The flash of his warm smile was another surprise. “It’s about time we finally met.” Beside her, she felt Alaric tense up. “I guess so,” she responded. “Since clearly you didn’t succeed in killing me.” “I told you that wasn’t me. You clearly have another enemy.”

Every part of me hurt, and it felt like I was swaying on a boat at sea. Urgent shouts rang in my ears. "Sir, hang on! The hospital's just ahead!" Hearing that, I struggled to open my eyes. The paramedic was a young lady. Seeing my bloodied face made her panic, but all she could do was comfort me. "Sir, we'll reach the hospital after we pass the outdoor banquet that the Brewer family is hosting. Hang in there!"

I slip away to the balcony. The cold air kisses my skin, chasing heat down my spine. I grip the railing and let the city hold me. Lights blink like lullabies across rooftops. I take out my phone. Me: You’re not gonna believe what the sommelier just said to Karissah. Damien: I’ve never believed anything Karissah has said and I’m not starting now. Me: She told him he looks like “if wine were a person .” And that she to drink him up.

It may be bad. "Yes so him going through scorching hot flames like that could cause more damage than you can imagine. That's why I've been asking you these questions. Your brother has third degree burns on his arm and back of his leg. Your fiancée is lucky. Just first degree burns and her lungs filled with toxic smoke. That can be remedied. We checked her lungs and they are fine. Just the smoke that we are focused on cleaning out. No worries sir." The doctor shared.