Blaze Lighters Novels & Stories

The spy nodded his head and left to do as his boss ordered him to do. On the other hand, in the tower, Blaze came back from his work and looked puzzled at the dim lights inside the room. "Why are the lights so dim? Are the lanterns not working properly?" he thought out loud. He walked inside the room looking for Bella. He is surprised to find all the lanterns are off and instead, fragrance candles are lit around the room, giving the room a soft glow and the smell is pleasant to his senses. He cannot find her anywhere. But he could sense that she is still inside the room.

After a clicking sound, the lighter's flame instantly lit up the pitch-black cabin, then instantly went out. Blake lit up a cigarette. In the darkness, the light coming from the fingertip and the smoke coming from it were especially eye-catching. His dark eyes were as deep as a black hole in the darkness. He tiredly leaned back in his seat and raised his head to look at the dim yellow light in the bedroom of the villa. It was the warmth that he had yearned for so long. The light in the bedroom was on for the entire night. He knew that Avery was also unable to fall asleep. They were like two hedgehogs, eager to hug each other to absorb the warmth.

"Don't worry. We will get you warmed up soon." After a few minutes Cia returns with a blanket. She wants to hand it over to me but Zack grabs it before I could take it from her. He looks at me with a big smile on his face. Placing his hand into his pocket and taking out a lighter. It was green with red lines on it. He starts rolling the metal spark wheel down. A flame was formed. He holds it under the blanket and it catches fire. He lets it fall to the ground. Blowing out the flame on the lighter. He stares at me with a big smile on his face.

I raise my brow at him and he gives me a drop-down-turn-my-stomach gorgeous grin before draping his hands over my shoulders, pressing me to his side. "The day isn't over yet Blaze" he replies and urges us forward. My eyes catches a game in which the player has to shoot down bottles and win a prize. "What's that called?" I ask Zeke and he turns to the direction I'm pointing at. "Oh, the bottle stand?" "I think that's what it's called, can I play that?" "Let me play it, then I'd win the prize for you" Zeke offers and I glance at him. "Really?"

I drove to a sharp halt jumping out of the truck as soon as I parked. “Ragazzi! You don’t have to toss them off everything I show up huh, Dragon tell your men”, I brought out the last straw of cigar I had left in my pack and placed it in my mouth. Dragon knows better than to ask me for a light. He rushed forward and with one sharp click at the butane lighter the fire came on sending its blue spark of flames on the cigar.

“Brat?” Isaac's eyebrows curled together as he witnessed the brewing fury swirling in his brother’s eyes. “What do you want, Isaac?” Vladimir snapped as He took out a cigar from his cigar case and lit it while fixing his brother with a stern gaze. “You look furious.” Isaac mentioned, crossing his hands to his chest. “And smoking in the middle of the night. You only smoke in anger, especially at this moment in time.” “Isaac. Just fuck off. I am in no mood to chat.”

"Yes, but it wasn't just that." Levi lowered his eyes, leaned back in the seat, took out a pack of cigarettes from beside him, took one out, and then opened the window. Levi was addicted to cigarettes, but I didn't like the smell, so he had quit years ago. Now, he expertly held the cigarette in his mouth, flicked open the metal cover of the lighter with his thumb, and in the night, a cluster of blue flames flickered gently, and then wisps of smoke drifted from his lips.

His elbow rested on the table, and his cold, black, bottomless eyes locked onto mine, and I knew what he wanted next. I peeled myself from the chair and reached for the Dupont lighter, a heavy, gold-plated one he only brought out when power was in session. I thumbed the cap open, and its click sliced through the silence. With both hands, I cupped the flame and leaned forward, watching the blue lick of fire kiss the bowl of his pipe. The scent was stronger as it instantly consumed me. I lit it for him without a word, holding the flame steady until he took the first drag like a long pull that hissed against his throat before he exhaled smoke in ribbons.

This was the point of no return. With a deep breath, he doused a rag and a small, discarded canvas board. He didn't want a real fire; he wanted smoke, panic, a system override. He placed the rag in a metal trash can, well away from anything that could truly ignite. His heart hammered against his ribs. This was it. He pulled a disposable lighter from his pocket—a contraband item he'd managed to acquire weeks ago. His thumb hovered over the striker. Now. He flicked it. A small flame sputtered to life. He touched it to the rag.

Blair asked as she understood that Fia was with them. "To negotiate..." the words of the girl made her chuckled when she said, ''Why is everyone suddenly wants to negotiate?'' ''I don't know about everyone but I want to..." The girl in front of Blair was a pure brunette, with little freckles all around her nose and cheeks, her fresh and fair skin was like cream. "Who are you, anyway?" Blair asked when she walked closer and replied, "Blaze is the name." "I can give you Fia right away if I get 10cartons of ammo by tomorrow night," Blaze spoke with a poker face and Blair was quiet for a whole second.