A Light In The Flame Book 3 Novels & Stories

: Three Is a Flame Pairing: Naomi × Reina × Jayce Setting: Candlelit Safehouse Sanctuary Mood: Sacred. Erotic. Queer polyamory reclaimed Tone: Fluid, deeply connected, consent-filled, reverent --- The safehouse was quiet. For once. The war outside had lulled into uneasy silence, but inside—inside, something divine was beginning.

’ Oh please. I could feel my rage beginning to build back up again, and Mina instantly began asking me to calm down again, but I was too angry to listen to her. I dragged myself up off of the tiled kitchen floor and stood up tall, as I pushed back the tears that overwhelmed my eyes. I then screwed up Mason's note with one hand and threw it on top of the broken remains of the dining table. I then turned to face the note and ignited one hand, I watched as the electrical flames engulfed my hand and delicately danced around as they rose into the air. I held my hand out flat and concentrated, I imagined making a fireball and within seconds the fire began to bend to my will. A fireball with mixed

I tossed it and the Trenland plane ticket Lucas had booked for me into the trash. Without looking back, I walked toward the security gate for my flight to Mordeva.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

“The place is already set. A few more splashes and the fire will eat everything, including you.” I screamed, “You’re insane!” She tilted her head. “Maybe. But I’m rich and free. You? You’ll be ash.” She emptied the last of the fuel on me—my legs, my arms, my hair. I tried to pull away, but I couldn’t move. My whole body trembled from fear and cold liquid. “Burn her,” she told the men, voice calm like she was ordering lunch. I screamed, loud enough to shake the walls. “Someone help! reeva, please!”

he asked “No, it’s not like your actually staying long so it doesn’t matter besides you didn’t seem to have a problem with it when we were just standing out in the doorway in the cold so what’s it to you? Not wanting to wait for his response I continued “You’re wasting time, my wardrobe isn’t what you came to talk to me about so speak up and start talking or this conversation could wait for another time. Just as he was about to say something before he could even get a word out a big large boom sounded and interrupted causing me to rush to the window and look outside. It was a crazy blizzard outside, looks like the loud boom sound was the sound of a tree falling. I was so invested in what had

The next shot rings out. Control snapped as always sending heat coursing through my blood. The pain always feels so real. Flames leap across my vision. The ground below me turning to ash. The tree turned to char as the flames dance across the branches. Swallowing it whole. The swing falls and crumbles. Seeing the house begin to burn, the flowers long gone, the fire blazes around me, and my world goes black. Pain is the strongest reminder I was there. I open my eyes and look at my surroundings. Ashe covers the metal in black smudges. Yeah, I’m home. Letting my breathing return to normal I reach out and unlock the handle and push on the iron door.

"Don't come in, Serena! This place is about to blow! You guys need to run!" Raiden was still heading out with Celia in his arms, but he paused when he heard my words. He looked back in disbelief at me. All warmth left his eyes, as though he were looking at a stranger. "How am I now realizing you're so sly, Winifred? "The firefighters will be here and can control the flames in half an hour! What will our colleagues think of me now that you're saying this place will blow up? Can't you be a little more considerate like Celia?"

Seeing Liam's deformed expression made Sylvia panic. "Get out... get out!" Liam yelled, roughly pushing Sylvia away. Sylvia did not understand why Liam was mad, she hurriedly stepped back, fearfully looking at Liam as if she were looking at a monster. In an extremely cramped and dark small room, 14-year-old Liam sat on an old bench with piles of books over his head. Next to the owner of the Vineyard - Olive Vineyard, a harsh and extremely cruel man.

And I drown inside her with no intention To come above for salvation. She shines as bright as the moon. When she comes for me with a moan Once our souls became one I realize A Flame can be of course. Fettered by the honey. He sang the song ‘You are my FLAME’, the one he said he wrote on the night with me at the lake house. I was a bit shy and blushed, listening to it but I managed by clapping excitedly once he finished singing the song with his beautiful, smooth, silky voice.