Novel & Cerita What Did Regina Write In The Burn Book About Herself

Her certificate, the manuscript she had written and giggled while reading every night before going to bed, the bed and pillow she had found so much comfort from… they all burned in her presence and her weak self could only kneel 50 inches away from it and cry helpless. Her shoulders trembled as she whimpered, glaring at the flames that blazed at all angles. Rosealba stilled watching the flames as though they were blazing in her eyes. The heat from the fire scorched her skin from afar, yet she knelt, stubbornly waiting for the flames to catch with her and burn her lonely self away. Nothing mattered again. Her certificates were in that building, burning. The books she wrote to cheer herself bu

I knew I must look disheveled at that moment. "Why, Gina? You worked on this journal for nine years. We promised to record everything for a lifetime and read it together when we were old. Why would you burn it all of a sudden?" "I accidentally spilled ink on it earlier. It was illegible, so I burned it," I lied casually, unwilling to give him an explanation. "How could you be so careless? There must have been another way. Why did you have to burn it? This was our memory!" A coldness crept into my heart as I watched Sean still trying to salvage the soaked scraps of paper, his eyes full of regret, as if I were the one who had destroyed everything.

Zoe’s POV I jumped out of bed with a yelp. I looked around and panicked. Regina was still in bed blissfully unaware of the danger. I yanked off my covers, rushed to her bed and shook her by the shoulders. She stirred a bit before falling back into slumber. I glanced back at the fire to see it was spreading even faster. Soon the entire room would be engulfed in flames with us in it. Without a second thought, I slapped Regina hard across the face. She jolted awake, cursing. “What the fu…” But the sight of the fire left her speechless.

"They were caught and they exposed Reginald for all his crimes. Theft, blackmail, and some other horrible things. He sent me their pictures when they were taken in by Sid and his men." "Karma is a bitch." I shrugged. "He got served." I and Reginald aren't friends anymore. This wasn't my business. "Uhmm." Gwen nodded and continued writing. I bent over to properly take a look at what she was writing. I covered the textbook she was using. "Why did you—" "Shhh." I hushed her, placing a finger on her lips. "I'll complete it. Don't want you stressing over this." "Really!" she beamed.

Suddenly, Anthony contributed capital that made the company prosper again. No one gives no one anything. Anthony forced the Regina family to pay each month with rather high interest. This caused Mr. Feline to fall and make a barbaric decision. Mr. Feline sold Regina to Anthony to pay off his debt. Right now, Regina was lying on the bed and slowly recollecting everything. A large burn on her arm was undergoing treatment. Regina's hand was also attached to the feeding tube. Her face was pulled back to reveal raised cheekbones. The sound of difficult breathing came from Regina's nose but the lifelessness in her eyes was no different from that of a corpse. Regina's body was not dead, but her sou

Twenty-Two: The Rescue Cecilia POV The doctor’s hands were cold. He pressed against my skin, checking the burns with a detached precision. He smeared the ointment over the raw spots where the clamps had been, his movements efficient. He didn't look me in the eye. His touch was detached, almost bored, as if he’d seen hundreds of girls like me wired up and screaming.

"Adrian's just a goof. He's blunt, but he means well. Try being more easygoing, okay? I'm introducing you to my friends so you'll get along with them, not so you'll get jealous. You acting like this just makes me look bad." To prove that my bias was all in my head, she even forced me to join this hiking trip. And now, the "harmless" goof was watching me writhe on the ground with amused interest. Selene nudged my leg with her shoe, irritated. "Enough. Stop pretending. Get up. You're slowing everyone down." The complications from my high blood sugar left my whole body weak, and every breath felt like it was burning. I grabbed her pant leg with the last of my strength, my voice scraping out of

Watching me give a speech on TV, my five-year-old asked, "Mommy, what's Ariadne?" "It's a special code I wrote, sweetheart. It's like a shield against the bad guys. It turns into butterflies that fly to girls who need help, whispering to them: 'No more tears, no more punishment, no more suffering.'" She nodded, half-getting it. I clasped her hand, and in a way, the hand of my eighteen-year-old self, and together we walked into a brighter world. The girl who once perished in a personal hell finally crafted her very own paradise.

"You disappear for three days and come back like nothing happened?" I didn't answer her right away. Instead, I dropped my jacket on the floor and pulled my shirt over my head, then I headed straight to the fridge for a cold bottle of water. My knuckles were still raw from the recoil of that last shot I fired, and there was a little bit of blood on my fingers. I took a long gulp, letting the cold burn settle down my throat as I kept my back to her. Regina leaned against the counter in a silk robe that she’d loosely tied, with her legs crossed and her lips painted red. Her black eyes tracked me like a lioness on the edge of pouncing. And when she finally moved, it was sudden and electric.