Sturniolo House Fire Novels & Stories

When I hear my boyfriend, Terence Bowen, is trapped in a house fire, I immediately rush back to save him. However, after dragging him out with all my strength, I realize it's just a dummy. Laughter erupts from the house next door. "Ariana Brock is such a fool! She fell for it again!" Through a half-open window, I spot Terence lounging on the couch, casually scrolling through his phone. He looks completely fine. "That's the 47th prank we've pulled on her. Three more to go and we're done." "Serves her right. She shouldn't have stolen Bethany Howard's scholarship. Bethany is the one Terence actually cares about. That's why he decided to fake a relationship with Ariana to get revenge 50 times over. Too bad the game will end soon." I bend over, gasping for air. All this time, the relationship I've worked so hard to protect is nothing but a game to them.

Marcus Webb didn't believe in ghosts. It was not until he woke up in Prometheus House with no memory of how he got there and met the devastatingly beautiful man who claims to be his roommate. Silas Ashford is perfect. Too perfect. He doesn't eat, doesn't sleep, and casts no reflection in mirrors. When Marcus discovers a photograph from 1924 showing Silas standing beside a man who looks exactly like him, the truth becomes impossible to deny. Silas is a ghost, bound to the facility for a hundred years, waiting for someone he can't remember. Marcus is a tech billionaire who died six months ago in a car accident, his body in a coma, his soul trapped in the between. They were lovers in a past life. Michael and Silas, 1924. They died in a fire trying to escape an abusive sanatorium. Michael survived long enough to reincarnate. Silas has been waiting ever since. Now, the facility's sinister director, a reaper who feeds on trapped souls will do anything to keep them apart. The building is collapsing, and time is running out. Marcus must choose: wake up and live, forgetting Silas forever, or stay and risk losing everything. To free Silas, Marcus will have to destroy the anchors binding him to this world, confront the creature born from their shared tragedy, and burn Prometheus House to the ground a second time. Some love stories survive death. He's not real, But he's mine, and I'll set the world on fire to keep him.

Does being an Omega make one a lesser wolf? I don't think so but things are different for Adeline Careen Maxwell who is an Omega at the West Ring Pack. Here, she's barely surviving since her parents died in a fire accident over a year ago. Even before their death, their life wasn't any better. At the moment, she's working day and night at the Pack house as a maid and she gets a lot of ill treatment from the alpha's son, Jaxon Waylon who always manhandles her especially when they cross paths. He hates her with all that he has. Will things get better for Adeline when she hits eighteen and ready to meet her mate?

On our fifth wedding anniversary, Jacob Carter once again abandons me for his so-called first love, Wendy Miller. "Wendy's raising a child on her own. It's not easy for her. Can't you be a little more understanding? You're also a woman, aren't you?" Jacob said. In my previous life, that argument turned into a nightmare. He locked me in the house, and when a fire broke out, I was burned to death. After being reborn, I don't just give them my blessing. I pack my bags, walk out on my own terms, and apply to study architecture overseas. And now? Jacob's the one falling apart—crying and begging me not to go.

My mind, my soul, my heart are all stone. Tears, pain and sorrow all dwell in me, inside one body. I'm numb, I'm brusied I'm a broken part. Fifteen years ago, I lost every reason to live. Fifteen years ago the bone crushing hands of the universe fell on my two shoulder. I lost everything!!! Dove...Dove Rivera, I was once a happy, child with my baby brother Kevin by my side. I knew all the happiness in the world. My dad, a prominent and honest politician and my mom a renowned lawyer. A family of four living the best life. But..it all came to a standstill in just one night...one cool night. "Dove!!!" Mom screamed. "Dove wake up" "My dear, the house is on fire" "Run!!!" Mom screamed tearily. Those were the only words , I remembered and she was the only and last person I saw that night. I managed to escape but they didn't. Even as a child...I knew that it was no ordinary fire, it was an attack. And all my nights, days, minutes, hours all I think of is revenge. It whisper in my head every minute "Revenge! Revenge!! Revenge!!!"

Dawn Swan is an ambitious Omega and takes over her father's delivery service the moment he passes away. She rescues a wealthy businessman from a fire accident and hence he rewards her with a scholarship at Venus Luna Academy. Dawn was glad she was able to move from her cruel uncle's house into the dorm and planned to live a plain and regular lifestyle, but things got more interesting when she got entangled with the captivating Trio of the school. Three popular hot guys that had their eyes on her began to bully and tease her but on her eighteenth birthday, they found out she was their mate and they were determined to keep her to themselves for as long as it takes…… But being with them, made Dawn to realize there was more to her life than she thought. Mysteries lurking and paths only she can unlock.

The night Layla Demetriou’s house burned down, her old life ended—and a new one began. A golden-eyed wolf watched from the trees, and something ancient awakened inside her. Days later, she receives an invitation to Elysium Academy, an elite school in Greece for the descendants of gods. But power comes at a price. The fire that destroyed her home wasn’t an accident, and Layla’s mysterious heritage might be the spark that ignites a divine war. Caught between two rivals— ⚡ Theo, the charming heir of Zeus who lights up her world, and 🌑 Damon, the dark son of Hades who understands her shadows— Layla must uncover who she truly is before her destiny burns her alive. Love. Power. Secrets. Welcome to Elysium Academy, where the gods are watching… and hearts are destined to break.

Emily has carried a curse she did not choose and a shame she did not earn. On the night her powers first awakened, a fire broke out in her pack's sacred hall and her parents never made it out. She was six years old when her older brother, Alpha Aden, blamed her for everything. He stripped her wolf, locked her power away, and turned her into a servant in the house she was born in. For sixteen years, she has swept floors, taken beatings, and swallowed her tears. She stopped dreaming of rescue a long time ago. Then Alpha Lucas arrives. Dark haired, silver eyed, and terrifyingly powerful, the Alpha of Ironblood Pack has come to negotiate a deal with her brother. He was not supposed to notice her. She was not supposed to matter but something about the quiet girl with the dead wolf and the haunted eyes pulls at something deep inside him, something old, something that feels a lot like fate. He takes her with him not as a slave, not as a trophy but as he gets closer to the truth of who Emily really is, cracks begin to form in everything he thought he knew. Her blood is not ordinary, her wolf is not gone and the fire that killed her parents? It was never an accident. Someone wanted her silenced before she could become what she was always meant to be, but they failed.

Abandoned by her mother, Vivian worked alone to raise her younger brother. Determined to change her life, Vivian becomes a cunning schemer when targeting Jaime Miro, heir to a fortune worth millions of dollars and a large company. When Jaime falls in love with Vivian and marries her, her life becomes tense when she discovers that the mother who abandoned her before is now Jaime's stepmother, and is about to become her mother-in-law. Vivian takes advantage of her marriage to get her way, but when Jaime discovers she only married him for money, the peace in the house is destroyed, and she is thrown out. That night, a fire broke out at Vivian's apartment complex. Jaime thinks she's dead, but two years later she reappears, will he get revenge?

I was always flying for work, so I left the whole renovation thing to my husband, Daxton Pruitt. This time, my flight got scrapped last minute, so I swung by the house to check in. The second I stepped inside, some woman named Mona Scambley, who claimed she was the designer, chucked a stack of invoices at me. Couples' lingerie display case: $15,000. High-end waterbed: $40,000. One glance at that pile of overpriced tacky nonsense made me nauseous. My brows pulled tight. "Ms. Scambley, this is a private house, not some couples' motel. What is all this?" Her face flipped in a heartbeat. She jabbed a finger at me. "The owner gave those orders. You're just the site supervisor. Disobey me again, and I'll have Mr. Pruitt fire you!" Then she spun around and called Daxton right there. I laughed, cold and low, about to ask what kind of clown show designer he'd hired—until I heard his voice. Gentle. Doting. "This is Mona and my love nest. We'll do whatever we want. Don't like it? Get out." I smiled, snatched the list from Mona, and nodded. "Sure." One week later, that overpriced waterbed showed up—Daxton, very much not smiling.