The Burning Of Books Novels & Stories

James said slowly. "Are you supporting them?" Peter Okeke asked. "No I am not." "You must know that burning a human is setting them on fire and fire is not friendly when it comes in contact with a human skin." James took the book, flipped through the pages then he gave the book to Paul Okeke. "Read that story." Paul Okeke collected the book from James hands. The title was written in bold letters like the previous story he read. It was titled: A GRUESOME DEATH. He swallowed and started reading loudly.

Cassian POV The firefighters were able to put out the fire in the library before it burned down the entire building, but between the flames, the smoke, and the water used to put it out, we lost three-quarters of the books. The head librarian, Marianne, was barely able to hold back her tears at the town meeting when we heard the reports. “We weren’t able to find any source for the fire,” our Fire Chief, Taylor, finished, folding his arms. “No accelerants were found, but the way it spread couldn’t have been natural, either.”

Slowly, she became upset. "How?" she asked me. "How, if you lit that fire and burned the altar?!" "I didn't light that fire," I said. "Mama, I tried burning the papers, I did. But something stopped me." "Who?" she asked. "I don't know what or who it was. They were in my head, telling me not to burn the parchments. And when I kept trying to light the match underneath them, it threw the match onto the fire and made it burst into flames. It - she - was speaking to me."

He burned it, or at least he thought he had. But the next day, against all reason and logic, the book was there again. It reappeared, untouched, beneath that very same tree. That’s when his desperation turned to madness. He didn’t just want the book gone—he wanted the tree that birthed it destroyed. He summoned flames so fierce they licked the heavens, engulfing the tree in a sea of fire. And yet, when the smoke cleared, the tree stood unharmed. Its bark was blackened but unbroken; the only change inflicted on the book and tree was that they were pure black since then.

All that was missing in Christle's explanation was an example to extinguish the perspectives of Nigerians who believed that dead people could survive in any form including handwriting. Again, I looked at the exercise book with Danny's handwriting for some time before making a decision to burn it. Even though it had some important formulas that were copied from a large textbook with a lot of references, I wasn't concerned about redoing the work again. I wasn't concerned about borrowing the textbook from Goodness, finding the formulas and copying it all over again. What mattered the most was getting rid of the book and its contents as soon as possible. I took a match box from my drawer after d

For a long moment after the accusations, no one moved. The courtyard felt suspended in time. The sacred fire still burned at the center of the mandap, its flames licking at the edges of the scattered documents. Some pages had already blackened completely, curling inward as they turned to ash. Others remained half-burnt, their contents still visible dates, signatures, proof flickering in and out of clarity as the fire consumed them. The truth was literally burning in front of them. And yet

POV: Zara Moon The old book burst into flames in my hands. I screamed and dropped it, watching ages of magical knowledge turn to ash on the library floor. The smell of burned paper filled the air as I hurriedly tried to stamp out the fire. "What did you do?" Celeste rushed over, her face frightened. "That was the only copy of the Shadowmere Chronicles!" "I don't know!" I was close to tears. "I was just reading about blue fire magic, and suddenly it just—"

Lance’s grin widened even more as he leaned closer to my face. “Don’t avoid me too much because in the coming weeks, you’ll be seeing me every day. And every day…I’ll be able to touch you too.” I stiffened. My grip on the book tightened. Fear registered on my face as I instinctively leaned away from him. The things I was hearing were too much for my mind to process. It felt like my knees could give out if I weren’t already sitting. “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, trying to hide the fear and nervousness in my voice.

She did not have the courage to bring a box of erotica to the mansion. Even against her will, she agreed to burn all the books. She didn't have any container for them. There was no place for erotica in her dad's mansion nor in Gideon's house. And it hurt a lot. Her babies were rejected and she felt like being rejected also by both parties. She really loves those books and yet she is now outside Gideon's house, watching a box of erotica being eaten by fire.

he says and I shake my head, refusing his threats. “Or…” he says and takes his hands completely off of me. He opens the book and flip through slowly, his fingers teasing the edge of the white pages the way I wish he would tease my hard nipples. I press my legs together, looking for a way to keep down my lust and the crazy thoughts as a drop of juice slides out of my pussy lips into the lady panties I have on. “Or…” he says again and runs his finger down the page of my last writing. Tomorrow morning is Christmas morning.