Things You Save In A Fire: A Novel Novels & Stories

She adds before digging into her steak. "It's nothing really. I just happen to be observant and inquisitive in nature. He also saved my life in the end we do not owe each other anything." I've finally done it. I finally ruin the light and warm atmosphere of the dinner with my words and clipped tone. Everyone goes silent as if my words broke something. I feel my wrist beginning to itch and my hair clings to the wet patch behind my neck. it's been like that for a while.

I knew ‘the something’ that came up has something to do with the family business. “Hey Henshel,” I said, a little surprised to see him coming out of our house. “Ava,” he nodded, walking away. I watched him go, crunching up my nose at the burnt smell I perceived. I hurried into the compound. Someone started a deliberate fire, and I was about to ignore it when something caught my eye. There’s no way that could be my sketch book, I thought. However, my worst fear was confirmed when other servants emerged, carrying my box of new materials and dumping them in the fire.

Every trade secret Malcolm had collected, every piece of leverage David had inherited, and every reason Adrian had fought to return burns down to nothing. Eli reaches out and slides his fingers into Lucia’s hand. She tightens her grip, watching the fire eat through the middle section of the book where her mother’s maiden name was once written. “Every route,” she says quietly, mostly to herself. “Every secret. Gone.” “For good,” David confirms. They stand there together until the fire has fully consumed it, until there’s nothing left but ash settling into the hearth, and something in the air shifts once it’s done, lighter than it’s been in longer than Elias can properly measure. No one speaks

Aces of fire rose up the rough hemp fabric of the curtain, ravenous flames hurtling toward the rafters. For a fraction of a second, Viktor was tempted to retrieve the notebook from him, but then stopped when he realized what he was doing and regained his sanity. After tonight he wouldn't need them again. Seemingly disoriented, the zombie stumbled around the oak table that was also beginning to burn. In no time he was surrounded by a crackling wall of flames as the fire reached the curtain fabric and the rest of the fuels that Viktor and Erich had recklessly gathered inside the warehouse.

Not waiting to behold the fallout, I scramble out of the dining room, fleeing back to the nursery. Once back in the room, I ignite a taper from the room's only wall sconce. I make my way to my dark cell, lighting the little oil lamp on the nightstand next to my sleeping pallet. The small oil lamp sheds enough light for me to open my newly acquired trunk and grab another woolen tunic. I change and performing a cursory exam of the fading burn marks on my thighs, relieved that the soup is not any hotter because this is a time where I could die from a splinter.

And that terrified me. I slid carefully out of bed, not wanting to wake Noah just yet, and padded barefoot to the kitchen. The early light streamed through the windows, casting long golden beams across the counter. I made a pot of coffee and sat at the table, laptop open, staring at the last page I’d typed the night before. The title still blinked at the top of the document: Surviving the Fire: A Journey of Love and Healing.

“Yes. Proof that she’s a snake, Francis. That she’s been playing you this whole time. This person, they’ve got dirt on her, serious dirt. It’s about the fire. You know, the one where you almost died?” My stomach twisted, a cold knot forming at the mention of the fire. I could still feel the heat on my skin, the choking smoke, the way my lungs burned as I stumbled through the Chicago branch. And Christine, her arms pulling me out, her voice steady as she guided me to safety. I shook my head, stepping away from the wall and toward the couch. “That’s ridiculous. Christine saved me. She risked her life to get me out of there.”

The entire structure had collapsed inward leaving only charred walls and smoldering debris. I jumped out of the SUV before Jack even brought it to a complete stop. My legs felt weak as I stumbled toward the burning ruins while heat from the fire made my skin prickle even from twenty feet away. Everything I had built was inside that building. All my records and weapons and money were turning to ash right in front of me. "Annie stop," Jack grabbed my arm while pulling me back from getting too close. "There is nothing you can do here except get yourself hurt or arrested when the fire department starts asking questions."

Chapter 13 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… Darkness surrounded me and the screaming of the wind filled my ears. The ground shook beneath my feet, cracking with each step I took. My flaming fingertips trailed along the walls of the building next to me, catching it on fire with ease. Inside, I was filled with more pain and anger than humanly possible. Terror woke me from my nightmare, and I sat up screaming. Looking down at myself, I jumped out of the bed as I realized I was on fire. “Fuck! No!” I shook my hands, as if I could shake out the fire.

From the day i was born my mother always told me i was a fireball, but she never knew at the age of fifteen that i would become not only the first of our kind to attain the power of fire but the only of our kind that didn't shift into a lycan but instead some type of hybrid of a hellhound and a werewolf but also coming with the ability to manipulate fire. some called it a gift but to me it was a burden no matter where i went my entire life I've been one big ball that people just can't seem to understand, It also didn't help that i could care less to help them understand either.