Sunburn Book Novels & Stories

She was draped in heavy linens, her arms and shoulders encased in thick bandages soaked in a pungent mixture of aloe, coal-tar, and medicinal oils. The pain was no longer a sharp scream; it had settled into a rhythmic, pulsing throb that felt as if her bones were trying to vibrate out of her skin. The "Light-Burns" were unlike any injury the doctors had ever seen. They didn't char the flesh; they crystallized it. Beneath the bandages, her skin bore patterns of translucent, violet-white scarring that looked like the delicate frost-feathers on a winter windowpane.

she said with a twisted smile on her face, sparks flashing at the tip of the stun gun. "Dakota, go and turn up the TV volume. We can't have Aaron disturbing the neighbors." Dakota went to the TV and set it to the highest volume possible. As the TV continued thundering loudly in the living room, I experienced the excruciating pain of electric currents coursing all throughout my body. Meanwhile, Dakota just sat at her desk expressionlessly while she studied and memorized the articles in her Criminal Law textbook. "Intentional homicide is the act of intentionally and illegally depriving another person of their life…"

I interrupted. Her cheeks went red, and her eyes brightened. With a groan, I shook my head. My wolf was growling at me even before I said, “It’s not worth crying over.” The book blew up. Every page lit on fire as it burst outward, flying in every direction. A chunk of the flaming spine hit me square in my chest. I batted it away, yelping in shock. There was a slight burn where it’d hit me, but nothing bad. I stomped out the flames and made my way to the other bits of burning paper, putting out the fires.

Chloe's POV I could feel heat sipping in, as if someone was holding something hot slightly above my body. That made me turn around only to be met my an intense amount of light being casted upon my eyes. Mind you, my eyes were closed. When I tried squinting one eye open, I groaned out distastefully. Wait. I slowly opened both of my eyes this time in confusion. The sun was looking down on me through the vast windows like a burning ball in the sky flashing its powerful light all around the room.

Even though I've sworn not to kill humans doesn't mean I haven't been known to slip upon occasion. As for the sun, I don't suddenly burst into flames. My skin glows in the sun as if I had just slathered baby oil over my skin. So I cover up in the sun, unless I'm at the beach, of course. Even though we try not to draw the attention of the humans, there are some of us that relish the attention. Hence, super models. Let's just say that many supermodels and I have a lot in common. Even though the sun itself poses no threat, fire is my biggest enemy. When humans are burned, their skin blisters and peels, but when a vampire is burned, that part which was burned disintegrates, vanishing completely

There was a fire place which they made in order to keep themselves warm. All of them where seen gathered around the fire like it was a committee of witches having their meeting, planning on a mission to devour. Each of them was putting on thick article of clothing to help the body warm faster. The cold was much like it was winter. It’s a known phenomenon that areas surrounded by water are most often cool especially the cool breeze that makes one thing that he or she was about to freeze. That’s because, during the day, the sun heats hard on the ground producing heat that helps warm the rivers, then at night, the river produced immense cool breeze that helps to keep the ground cold. It exhibit

“Vampire, doll face ,bang ,aww ,witch ,attack ,fire , burning, shadow wolf ,more aww , witch tears, vampire wolf ,more ouch ,book ,run ,” I tried narrating the short summary of what I could make sense of from our experience but Freya did not seem to get what I was trying to explain and neither did I. “Ummm ok then, we can talk about this later. Let’s just get out of here,” The traumatized burn victim we saved earlier suddenly turned around and her eyes zeroed in on the book in my hand. For a moment I thought maybe what I was seeing in her eyes was recognition and a trauma response from everything she went through in the bus.

I wasn't keen on having coffee with him, so I replied, "That won't be necessary. I'll come over right now. Whatever you have to say, you can do it in the apartment." I didn't realize that the text didn't go through because of poor cell reception. Thus, when I showed up and knocked on the door, Harrison was a little shocked to see me. His smile was rather unnatural. "V-Vivi, what are you doing here?" Not wanting to waste my breath on him, I pushed him aside and entered the apartment to see if it had been restored to its original state, but it was noticeably messier than before. Stuff was laid out everywhere, and there were even piles of dirty clothes on the couch.

Will I ever recover? After enjoying my long, relaxing bath, I slipped into the most alluring dress I own in my closet. Anything to reassure him that everything has been alright. Coffee seems ideal. It would help me recover after my encounter with Noah and allow me to collect myself before going to work from the Hernandez Estate. As I arrive at the last step, Lewis raises his cup in acknowledgment. “Good morning, Sunshine,” he replies, grinning and taking a sip of his oatmeal milkshake. His headphones are placed on the table. He likely just returned from his run.

Flashback The hostel was quiet in the way it always was after lights out , not completely silent, just softened. Pages turned. Someone shifted in their sleep. Aria sat on her bed with her books open, highlighter resting uselessly across a paragraph she’d read three times without absorbing. Outside, rain traced thin lines down the window, steady and unhurried. Her phone buzzed. A text from Damien. --It’s raining, Come on… let me make your slow-dancing dreams come true.--