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🔥 This story is in the POV of a sixteen-year-old girl, so there will be a little bit of swearing. No c-bombs, t-bombs, f-bombs, or anything like that (bonus points for knowing what each of those words are though). But the other word for poop might come up occasionally, and Olivia loves to call Ryan a few not-so-nice names. (He's a douche, okay? I can't stop her. I've tried.)
🔥 There will be no sex in this story.
🔥 Self-harm is referred to once. Not heavily, and the experience is not described at all. It's literally just mentioned. That said, if this could in any way upset you, please don't read this story. I'd hate for my book to cause any grief for anyone.
🔥 There is extremely mild violence, and mentions of death. So if you've recently been through the death of a loved one, this story may not be the one for you.
Now, onto the story...
Named after the aunt who burned down her high school, Olivia Peterson never had a chance at a normal life. But when an innocent birthday tradition results in a new set of curtains -- and an unforgiving hole scorched into her carpet -- Olivia realises that her life is even more messed up than she thought.
Objects around her begin to burst into flames, and Olivia can't help but question why. Ryan Murray has the answers, and as she unintentionally forces his hand, dark intentions are uncovered that threaten everything she has ever known.
Constantly haunted by the sins of her aunt, Olivia worries that history will repeat itself. She's not the only one; Ryan will do everything in his power to protect the world from her kind. But when Olivia and Ryan are forced to fight together against an unknown adversary, they begin to question who the true enemy is.
Is it the girl who can burn the house down, or the force that would stop her before she gets the chance?
His voice was dangerous, daring me to laugh, and something about the rumbling in his throat compelled me to abide by his every demand. His words rolled through the air between us, and he moved so that his lips were next to my ear. I shuddered when his breath tickled my hairline.
"Do you have a less funny explanation for how you can create fire?" he breathed.
My shoulders, which once shook with laughter, now quivered with anticipation.
"W-Well," I stuttered. "I guess not."
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Named after the aunt who burned down her high school, Olivia Peterson never had a chance at a normal life. But when an innocent birthday tradition results in a new set of curtains-and an unforgiving hole scorched into her carpet-Olivia realises that...