The Burning House Book Novels & Stories

"I don't want to go back to that house... I can't breathe there. Every move I make, Dad has something to say about it. I don't want to go home... please, don't take me back." She still seemed drunk... but I knew Alina. She hated letting anyone see her like this, hated showing this vulnerable side of herself. She never wanted anyone to see her cry, yet here she was, breaking down again in front of me. Maybe it was the weight of everything she's just discovered... maybe it was all the pressure from her father finally pushing her to the edge. I looked at her closely, and without even thinking, my hands moved to gently hold her. I could feel her trembling, a clear sign she couldn't handle going

Dead. I staggered to my feet, bare soles sticking slightly to the floor where the heat had already begun to swell the wood. Panic sharpened everything: the curtains stirring as smoke curled around them, the orange glow seeping stronger through the doorframe, the muffled roar beyond. The house was burning. I reached for the door, then froze. The metal knob shimmered faintly in the half-light. Too hot. I pressed the back of my hand near it, heat seared my skin before I even touched it. No way through there.

My lungs burn and my legs ache, but I am not willing to give up on saving what my father plans to destroy. Who else would be cruel enough to burn a place like this? Who else other than my family would destroy what means the most to me? There is nobody who lives around here for miles, just my mother and her secluded house in the woods. It is the only place that could erupt in the flames. The burning house comes into site. My body stills, feet, stumbling over one another, as I slowly approach the house. My stepmother and father stand in front of it with their arms crossed over their chests.

The firefighters gave up ground reluctantly to the hungry flames. I woke up thinking a storm was rolling in from the lack of sunshine, the glowing clock casting strange shadows in my darkened room. The sky outside was black with smoke, gray ash falling like desecrated snow. The smell of smoke permeated everything, even when I closed the windows and stuffed a towel under the front door. I stared out the window into the dark sky, wondering where the fire was. The fire danger had been marked extreme for over a month, but even then it was still early in the season for a fire this size. The dry winter and abnormally warm spring had made the entire area a tinderbox ready to burn.

But when he looked up, hundreds of other books were lifting and floating from the shelves, their pages bleeding and whispering her name. “Camela. Camela. Camela.” Her head spun, and her chest rose and fell heavily. “They want me…” Vincent held her tightly against him, his flame blazing so bright enough it illuminated the shelves like daylight. “Then they’ll have to burn for it,” he said. He swung his arm through the air, sending fire in a blazing arc that struck the shelves. The books shrieked, blood hissed, and their pages curled black, turning ash. But for every book that he burned, ten more emerged from the shadows. They surged forward, bleeding words that crawled across the floor and wra

Immediately; it felt like something blew up, and the entire place was burning; fire everywhere… He turns his back at it; he is walking to the gate; I stood there perplexed; unable to move a muscle; Drake saw that my pale face, and he came back, he held my hand, and dragged me out of the burning house; as I walk ahead with Drake; I saw the house getting burnt down to the ground...

“Gloria… Lucas… Stacy... Cassie… Nikolai… Emily… My family!” Adrian didn’t hesitate. He didn’t think. He didn’t care as he took off again with full force now. They didn’t stop. They didn’t slow down. They ran straight toward the burning house. They burst the door open. Inside... The heat slammed into them like a wall. Smoke burned their eyes instantly, scraping their throats raw, forcing coughs from their lungs as the air turned thick and poisonous. Flames crackled hungrily along the walls, devouring everything in their path, the house groaning like it was alive and dying all at once.

He breathed, still staring at the house, totally unaware of the burns that were on his own body, and the fact that his clothes were burnt in several places. His father, brother, sister, brother-in-law, and nephews were all in that house, and it was rapidly burning to the ground. To say that he was thinking irrationally was an understatement because before anyone realized what was happening, he broke off from those holding him with savage strength and charged towards the burning house.

" With a single sentence, my mate dismissed every sacrifice I had made for this household. He was tired of me, yet he still craved my cooking. No—because he thought I was the cheapest maid. A bitter laugh slipped past my lips as I pressed the pen down and signed my name. After Lucas left, I went to meet Ms. Murphy. On my way, I ran into Amy, who was watering the flowers in front of her house. She greeted me with her usual cheerfulness. "Mrs. Howl, did you and Mr. Howl fight? He stormed out this morning, looking furious. He'd even asked me for a sandwich."