Sunburn Book Novels & Stories

“I only want to help.” The alluring sapphire flame captured Sarai’s attention, reminding her of its extraordinary ability to heal. She turned to Synora and carefully removed the dressings, revealing the gruesome burn that marred her sweet little face. Synora flinched in terror as Lucian drew near, reaching out with his hand ablaze. “It’s alright.” Sarai assured her. Synora shut her eyes, preparing for the pain that his flames would inflict upon her as he brushed his hand over her wounds. To her surprise, she was met with a soothing relief that emanated from his touch.

"H-how? I remember perfectly well when you were swimming in the burning flames of the poisonous fire." Amethyst muttered under her breath, still analysing the black covers of the big, bold book that she knew she burnt a few months ago. Her hands trembled at its heaviness — at how fresh and old it smelled. Old tales and unknown prophecies were still lingering on every page she turned over.

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

The sun not only burns, it returns the lost essence. Vic felt a cloak being opened on his body, something sharp pressed against his chest, and the next moment he heard the sound of a shirt being cut. He twitched, wanted to twitch, move away, jump away, anything to keep them from finishing what they started. Did not work out. Nothing succeeded. And the burning rays were already digging into the bare chest, stomach, arms .... Vic couldn't help it, a painful moan broke through his clenched teeth. A strange thought flashed through my head that, probably, this is exactly what the sensations of being burned alive are, with the difference that he is not alive. And then he suddenly realized that in

Her hands were still burning from the effect of silver on her skin but no one cared or bothered about that. Note: Hey guys, if you are reading this book please leave a kind review or gem. thank you for reading

I say through gritted teeth. Good thing, Brixtius's house is rich enough to import ice that was already set out on the table. I had the foresight to grab a handful of ice out of the cup and place it immediately on my first-degree burns, forming on my lap. That was only the beginning of my torment from Corina. The next course came out. A different servant was carrying a tray of little salad dishes, and my salad was literally tossed onto my head. The room was silent except for the apologies bumbling out the servant's mouth.

The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71. I found the second shelf on the case and scanned for my next book. Book thirteen had a cover of deep purple. I frowned at the woman looking up at me, scanning over her tangled fiery curls, the cinnamon freckles across her nose, and the way her emerald eyes seemed to twinkle at me from the cover. Her hair and eyes were the only familiar thing about her. My face was a bit rounder than hers, and definitely held a bit more baby fat. Her cheekbones were high and her lips full, conventionally beautiful in a wild sort of way. I felt that twinge of guilt as I looked down at the cover. “Sasha Burnette, Game 51.”

I have a sunscreen that feels like bug spray when it is applied. "What are you doing, woman?" "You are burning. Just read the book and let me work," Brianna snaps and finishes spraying my back. She hands me the bottle without asking and turns around. I spray her back as two men walk by us. The last thing I want to see is a man. It's not their fault I was dumped, but just the site of a male makes me want to run into the sea. I return to the comforts of my vampire book as the two unwelcomed hoodlums stroll towards us. The first one is scrawny, like a Scooby Doo character. He walks with his feet slightly pigeon-toed. His limp gives his bad posture away.

Atticus POV (super cute Atti!) Nana was talking to me again while she put more sunscreen on my neck. She always puts too much. It feels cold and sticky, like a slug sliding down my back. “Atti, you’ll burn if you don’t let me put this,” she said. “But Nana,” I said, “did you know that burns have levels? Like Level 1 is just red and Level 2 has bubbles, and Level 3 is super bad, and you have to go to the hospital. And firemen get burns too even if they’re brave.”

On the day of my marking ceremony, my twin sister suddenly returned to the pack. To pick her up, my parents, my brother, and even my mate all abandoned me. While Vivian proudly showed off a photo of herself surrounded by everyone on the pack forum, I tried to reach them through our mind link. That was when I discovered that they had already blocked me. My mate, Damian, was the only one who called me. He only said one thing. "Stop making a scene. The marking ceremony can be held another time, but Vivian rarely gets the chance to come home." As the whole pack jeered at me, I calmly canceled the marking ceremony. After returning home alone, I wrote a new number in my diary. [100.] That