Blaze Lighters Novels & Stories

Dante asked Richie. Richie stepped forward and scanned each car body in front of him. He looked serious, but even more surprising was when Richie pulled out a black lighter with a Cartier diamond engraved with his full name. The man did not hesitate to open the lid of the lighter. A second later, a blue flame appeared. "Young man, what are you doing?" asked Dante nervously. "Step aside, Dante, before you get burned too!" Dante glared at the young master. Not wanting anything dangerous to happen, Dante stepped back. Richie struck a match as soon as he opened the fuel container.

Let's go" She said and walked away briskly while they followed behind. Lance was working on some files when his phone rang. "Hello? Travis? Any news? "Yes sir. We found a custom made lighter at the store" "Custom made lighter? "Yes. It almost looks like a children's toy but it's a lighter. Whoever started the fire most likely used this. Also judging by the burns, the fire most likely started in front of the mistress's office but it spread everywhere on contact with the clothes and outfit" "So, it was intentional, just like I thought?

He has no desire to invite anyone into his room; the solitude he seeks is paramount. Dismissing the persistent knocks, Blaze remains resolute in his decision to retreat within himself. His emotional state leaves him unwilling to engage in conversation or interact with others at this moment. Tonight, it is only him and his thoughts, seeking solace in the silence. In a deliberate act of detachment, Blaze extinguishes the lights within his room, creating an atmosphere of darkness and seclusion. The absence of light mirrors the inner turmoil that engulfs him, as he seeks a momentary refuge from the outside world.

"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.

It's absurd," she grumbled, and Inez sat there confused, wondering what was wrong with the song. "Explain," she said, picking up Dylan and handing him a glass of milk. "See Mumma, if we have a lot of money, we need a suitcase," she continued as she leaned in closer to Inez and whispered, "Just like Dad always puts money in a locker or suitcase." As she continued, Inez's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "Do you see any connection between matchsticks and gasoline?" Nowadays, lighters are the most convenient way to ignite a fire."

They haven’t had an affair for sometimes, even when she visited severally, they just had nice time, talk and shop together and she returns. The awaited night came, he already kept the house ready, tidied up everywhere for two reasons; he was traveling the next morning and her love was coming to spend the night. Enola didn’t come with the car, it was night already so, she took a cab because she was having minor eye defect. So, light reflection imposes great disturbance to her especially during the night hours. As Bruno sighted her from afar, his dick lost control and started to rice like a bowl of granulated cassava soaked in water. That night was cool and remarkable, the love was made, the s

When she saw that Heather was about to light the lighter, she immediately yelled in panic, “Don’t light it!” As soon as her words fell, Heather smiled slightly and pulled the trigger of the ignition with both hands. This special lighter for cigars was similar to a windproof lighter that gushed out blue flames. At this moment, everyone’s desperate pupils which were opened wide were full of the reflection of the blue flames. In the very next second, fire instantly burst out in the air!

Within moments, she was gone, the door clicking shut behind her. Lucian poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the dim light. He brought the glass to his lips, draining it in one long swallow. The burn in his throat was faint compared to the storm brewing inside him. For a moment, he stood there in silence, staring into the empty glass. Then he set it down with a quiet clink and turned toward the window, his expression unreadable. The house remained eerily silent, save for the faint echo of Adele’s hurried footsteps in his mind.

Holding a lighter in my hand, I clicked it open and clicked it shut, the sound penetrating into the silence of the night. “Boss, you can go closer, I already caused a distraction, there are no more securities around.” Walter said from the earbuds in my ears and truly, there were no more securities roaming about. “It's time to get down to business.” I muttered, walking closer towards the clan from the mountain above. With a flick of my wrist, I threw nitromethane onto the flames, ignited by the lighter….. And boom! The compound went up in flames in seconds. Fire alarms blared through the silence of the night and securities rushed out, all trying to evade the flames that quickly caught up with