Tears, Lies, And A Heart Of Fire Novels & Stories

I know the dreadful thing he’s about to confess to. And it hurts. Oh. It fucking hurts. He’s stabbed my chest with his fingers and ripped my heart out. The blood is trickling down his hands, to his elbow, and he’s fucking licked it clean. One word. Only one word manages to express the pain. “No.” I gulp on the bump in my throat, it does fucking go down. “You’re lying.” Tears scorch the sides of my eyelids. “You’re lying. You’re a fucking liar, that’s what you are.

The promise he made when he said he’d burn every gate to keep her. She wasn’t just enduring this for herself. She was enduring it for them. Her muscles screamed, but she moved anyway. Her elbows locked. Her knees pressed to the ground. Her spine arched. Tears poured down her face, turning to steam before they reached her jaw. And with one last cry torn from the center of her being, she howled— —and the fire shattered around her. She lay gasping on the floor, skin blistered, vision blurred. Blood in her mouth. Her limbs trembled.

I hated that the lie slipped past my lips as if my body had a mind of its own. The tears came faster, hot and bitter, streaming freely down my cheeks. My chest heaved, catching my breath in short, uneven gasps. My mind screamed, my heart screamed, and yet my voice forced the lie into the air, a fragile shield against the truth I could never admit. And even as I trembled, broken and raw, my words hung in the room, shivering in the silence that followed, clinging to the edge of the desk, my body unsteady, my soul unquiet, my tears unstoppable.

Tears overflowed my heated eyes again. He tensed, “Oh, no. Are you crying again?” worry laced his tone. I buried my face further on his chest, my tears soaking his shirt. He patted my back, “It breaks my heart to hear you cry. It feels like I’m getting burnt alive. Stop, please.” He pleaded, ripping my torn heart even further.

My masterpiece, the product of my passion and skill, burned down to ash before everyone's eyes. At first, the room fell deathly silent. But after a few seconds, there came a thunderous wave of applause. "Holy crap! This is some performance art!" "Destruction as a metaphor for rebirth? That's genius!" "I told you Cassidy was a genius, and geniuses operate at a level we can only hope to comprehend." Most of them assumed this was a carefully planned piece of performance art. They believed it was an artistic response to the accusations of plagiarism. They didn't fully understand it, but they were deeply shaken by it.

I think nothing I didn't take over the world I am not miss beauty Hell, I am not miss tall She doesn't want to let anyone know But I know I can see it in her eyes The hatred burns like fire Fire that was provoked The fire can't be put out Because its hidden from view Not everyone can see it But I see it leaking out From her hers, blazing. It threatens to scorch me in it. But she forgot one thing. I am the water that quenches all fire Fire runs away from me Because I put off everything in my path Nothing can stop me. Nothing can move me I'm unmovable, undefeatable. Let her try and see. CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

That night, everyone dreamed the same dream. A sky with no stars. A sea with no bottom. A child crying. And in the clouds above—An eye. Open, vast. Colorless. Watching. And then, a whisper in every flamebearer’s heart: “Names were the first lie. Now… I will teach you how to live without them.”

During a family dinner with Liam, I brought up the idea of getting married sooner and starting a family. He immediately assumed I was after his family's wealth and only wanted to marry him for his money. In front of everyone, he slapped me more than a dozen times. Then he turned around and pursued his jealous childhood sweetheart. I grabbed his hand and begged him not to leave, but in a fit of rage, he shoved me down the stairs. That shove ended up breaking both my legs and fracturing my skull. I spent a month in the ICU before I finally regained consciousness. This time, I didn’t make a scene. Instead, I called my mother overseas. "Mom, about the inheritance you mentioned last time… I

“Pearl, please listen. I swear to you, I didn’t do that.” All lies. Every word was a lie. I pushed harder, forcing him back step by step as my heart pounded violently and my breath came rough and uneven, and tears burned my eyes, not from sadness but from a rage so deep it hurt. Every time I looked at him, I saw blood, and every time he spoke, I heard screams, and every time his eyes softened, my hatred only grew stronger, because I wanted him to feel pain and I wanted him to bleed and I wanted him to fall.

"You're just the girl who happened to be here. The girl who lied. The girl who pretended. The girl who fell in love with someone way out of her league." My eyes burned. I squeezed them shut. A sob escaped my throat. I clamped a hand over my mouth and squeezed my eyes shut again, trying to hold it in. But the tears came anyway, hot and unstoppable, streaming down my cheeks like they had been waiting for permission to fall.