Blaze Lighters Novels & Stories

I'd seen it before. He fumbled for a cigarette, the paper crinkling like dead leaves in his grip. When his gaze darted around the empty room, hunting for a lighter, I slid one across the bar. Bronze, tarnished, engraved with a crescent moon biting its own tail. The flame caught, and for a moment, his face glowed like a relic under the lighter's flicker. Young, but not innocent. Eyes like cracked amber, too bright for a man who'd sold his soul. He inhaled sharply, smoke curling from his lips like a ghost he couldn't exorcise, and stared at the lighter in his hand.

I say I know how strong and adaptable Ella is, but push her to the edge and she'll blow up, she'll test her boundaries and then pull back, but too much pushing and she'll explode. "It's up to you boss, but you should know that she won't forgive you for this later on," Blair says and all of them nod their heads yes, they all agree with her and are against me, their own boss. "You are a bunch of traitors, get out," I kick them all out wanting to spend time alone now. "Fine," Lilith says leaving my office first, she probably ran to check on the littles, including my baby girl.

She simply took out a stick from her cigarette pack and lit it with practiced ease. Her lighter was a limited commemorative edition of Zippo’s Keeper of the Flame. It was rare to see it on the market. The fragrance of her cigarette diffused within the vehicle. It was neither strong nor pungent. On the contrary, it was quite pleasant-smelling and, at the very least, it was not distasteful. The journey to the headquarters was spent in silence. The vehicle traveled at high speed, and the scenery outside constantly flashed by. “You’re name is Yuna, right?”

Eventually, they put their heads together for a bit of weapons design. “First, we find an egg and drill a small hole in its bottom. We drain out the yolk, dry the egg, and then put blitzlicht inside. We seal the hole with candle wax then paint the shell black.” “Why black?” “For stealth.” “Well, I personally think it’s more striking and fashionable to paint it pink. For that matter, we could add crushed chalk of various colors to make the smoke more colorful. Like a rainbow. That would surely disorient the enemy.”

Mark said in a low, cold voice. Archer’s long fingers toyed with a lighter, rolling it between his knuckles until the metal caught the light. With a flick, the lighter snapped open, releasing a blue-yellow flame. He lit the cigarette between his lips, took a slow drag, and exhaled a thin stream of smoke with a cool, dismissive laugh.

He swept the cloth away with one hand and gently laid Nova down. She looked pale. Too pale. "Lights," Altair ordered out of habit. Nothing happened. "Damn it," he whispered. He fumbled in his pockets. His phone was smashed. He patted his jacket and found the gold lighter he had taken from the auction table—a souvenir from Viper. He flicked it. A small flame danced, illuminating the room. He saw an oil lamp on a side table. He prayed there was still fuel. He touched the flame to the wick.

Now or never. Carefully, Ray worked the lighter out from under his wrist and into his palm. Ray's fingers trembled, and he paused to take a steadying breath. He knew that he couldn’t risk dropping it. The lighter was one of those fancy-flip top ones. He flicked it open and nearly gasped. It had a push-button ignition rather than the rolly-wheel that was hit or miss. Thank goodness for small miracles. Ray took a deep breath and craned his wrist to the side, pressing down on the button as he aimed for the rope binding hiss wrist. The ropes were thick and heavy but, from the looks of it, they were made of natural fibers—not plastic—and seemed to be quite old. Hopefully, that would work in his f

He pulled one out and slipped it between his lips, eyes scanning for a lighter but finding none. “Here, boss.” Zac looked up to see Reid holding out a lit lighter, the flame small but steady. Without a word, he leaned in, dipped his head, and lit the cigarette. Then he turned away, heading back to the window, his long shadow trailing across the floor.

She asked her warm breath fanning my bare chest. "More like alive." I responded. She shot her head up. "Were you dead before?" "I think so." I smirked. "I'm wet." She blinked at me. Oh my goodness. Who admits things just like that? Literally nobody, it was just my Marvelous, baby Chloe. "Can I help you?" "No." She blushed now. "It's daylight!" Oh God, she was just too cute and innocent. "We'll put on blinders." I suggested smiling broadly.

I badly want to bite it, but this man's not letting me. “Zev, what are we doing?” I asked in frustration. I crossed my arms and played with the hem of my shirt. I'm not used to this kind of set-up. With Derone, it's just lips and no talk, no clothes and more skin. But with Zev, he makes me realize how I'm willingly throwing myself to Derone and that I should be ashamed of what I'm doing. He grabbed the cigarette stick that was resting on his ear and dug something out of his pocket. A lighter.