Sunburn Book Novels & Stories

I took Ava and ran. We had seconds. Fire alarms screamed. Men shouted. The house went into a frenzy, and in that chaos we found the service exit we needed. Metal clanged. Feet pounded. I shoved Ava into the car and slammed the door. The engine roared. The shadow in the doorway watched us leave. Isabella lay on the floor, the files scattered like a cemetery. She looked up. The bullet had not killed her. It had cut deep. Her eyes were steady now. “Burn it,” she told me, voice thin. “Burn it all.”

The moment I pulled it free, I sucked in a breath. His whole back was red—some spots darker, some lighter. It looked like it hurt. Badly. “You… you shouldn’t leave it like that,” I whispered. He didn’t respond. He just stood there, breathing quietly, his shoulders tense. I hurried out of the office, my heels clicking too fast on the floor. My chest felt tight with worry—real worry. I grabbed the burn ointment Jamie had given me days ago when I burned my hand. I rushed back to Orion’s office.

His fingers, rough with calluses, traced paths across my skin repeatedly, sending delightful shivers through me. I couldn't help but let out a few soft moans. His heavy breathing intensified, and, appearing emboldened, his hand continued its exploration lower down my body. His low, husky voice resonated in my ear, laden with a seductive quality, as he asked, "Is it alright if I continue, Cynthia?" I lowered my gaze in a flush of shyness, a gesture that served as my implicit consent. William could no longer suppress the overwhelming passion he felt. He immediately pulled me into his embrace.

A flame. “Don’t—” Orion had lunged forward, but it was too late. My foot touched the carved sigil in the center. The ground ignited in a ring of violet fire. I screamed, not from pain, but from the overwhelming sense of recognition. Something inside me cracked wide open. My blood roared like a storm; my skin shimmered with the same strange black fire that danced in Orion’s veins. He caught me, his hands around my wrists, anchoring me. And then… something shifted. The fire spiraled between us, pulling us together in twin coils of energy, shadows and embers entwining like a heartbeat trying to sync. A rush of heat and shadow surged between us. My knees buckled. My vision blurred.

Joseph felt the wind knocked out of him as he heard the whistle followed by the loudest sound he's ever heard in all his 16 years under the Tau Ceti sun. A whiz and BOOM. Whiz and BOOM. Explosion after explosion came pummeling down onto them. An unending barrage of terrifying heat and sound and fireball crashed all around them. Joseph covered his face as clods of disturbed earth pelted and rained down on him. His screams were drowned out by the loud thunders. It went on forever. Until it didn't. Then it stopped. He heard nothing afterwards except the constant ringing in his ear.

I lay in my bed as I slip in and out of consciousness. I try to scream for help, but my voice is barely a whisper. Pain stabs me in every one of my joints causing my body to twist into weird shapes as if I were a contortionist at a freakshow. My tendons feel as if they are a rubber band about to snap. Also, my body feels as if it is on fire, as sweat begins to bead on my forehead and drip into my eyes causing them to burn. I hear a loud crack and I scream as I am plunged into darkness.

That night, was the start of something fantastic. That night, I welcomed the best thing that ever happened to me. Or at least that's what I thought, until I met him... Natalie and Kane's story will continue in ‘In Flames’

"I'll dig another chamber nearby, bigger than this one. We'll plant crops underground. With the sunlight we channel in and the water supply, the heat during the apocalypse will actually help things grow. We just need a month of food stored up until the crops start coming in." We divided up the work and got everything ready just in time. Tomorrow, the heatwave apocalypse would arrive. That night, I curled up on the big bed in the cellar, holding Blazewing close while waiting for the apocalypse to begin. When I woke up the next morning, I could already feel the difference. The cellar was warmer than yesterday, rising from damp and cold to a cozy, comfortable temperature. Blazewing stretched on

My hand closed around a small bound book on the table and I pulled it away from her and she screamed something I didn't understand and reached for me. Blaze was between us in an instant. "Burn it," Damon said to me. Directly. Clear. There was a flame on the table. A candle. I held the book over it and it caught fast, faster than it should have, like it wanted to burn. Lana made a sound that was not quite human when it went up. The three bundles were already burning. Colt had lit them the moment we got inside. The moment the book caught fully something in the air changed. I felt it physically. A pressure I hadn't realized was there released all at once and I took a breath that felt like the f

Flora was contemplating. She was aware that if she let the guide help her apply the sunscreen lotions on her back, he would see the ugly scar she had from a flat iron Lambert had once pressed on her. It had been years, but the scar it left would still be visible. It hurt like hell during those times as she had no one to help her. She couldn't reach the spot with her hands to apply meds on it, so the scar it left was quite noticeable with the shape of a flat iron that the edges of the scar now have fibrous connective tissues. With the healthy pink skin tone that Flora has, the scar was visible and easy to identify what caused the burn.