Smithers X Burns Novels & Stories

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

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

Fighting through the pain, I reached deep within me. I dug past the pain I felt, past the pain of Riven’s rejection, past the always present ache of being shunned by the pack. I dug deep within me till I could feel the heat bubbling inside me at my finger tips and then… I let it go. Flames burst out from every pore in my body, setting everything and everyone around me on fire. Screams filled the air as well as the sharp stench of burning flesh. The fire licked my skin, like we were kindred spirits. It was warm but it didn’t hurt me, so all I could do was watch in horror as the flames climbed higher and higher.

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.

Looking at the fire of desires dancing in those eyes, Sherry gave a light peck on his lips. “Then bring it on Mr. Smith,” she smiled curling her lips. “I can handle you.”

"The cuts were clearly from a butcher knife. As for the burns... hmm... That's where another problem comes in." "Out with it, Mark. You're testing my patience," I snapped, holding on to the last strings of restraint I had. "The burns were not from an ordinary fire. It seemed the fire carried some type of poison that is uncommon," Mark explained. "We'll have to run some few tests again." "Is she out of danger?" I questioned. "Not fully," Mark replied with an uncertain tone. "There's a high chance she'll be paralyzed for the rest of her life due to the drugs in her system. The burns can be treated with plastic surgery, that is after we're certain she can go for one."

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.

I see Damien slightly gazes at me. “What’s wrong with him? Dee says he’s fun and active. Why the hell is he acting like this?” I thought. Before the conversation continues, some girls in uniform bring some drinks and three sets of shisha pipes in different colors. I almost stand up seeing those things, I whisper to Dmitri, “Hey, are those–” “–I warned you, didn’t I? You don’t need to if you don’t want to,” he says and then he kisses me on my lips.