Blaze Lighters Novels & Stories

Eric believed her without a doubt, and the next second, he took out a lighter and tossed it onto my pile of stuff. The flames roared to life in an instant. "Yvonne has a point, if you're going to leave, then leave everything behind!" As the fire devoured each item, my heart crumbled into pieces. 'Eric, our decade of love is now just ashes,' I thought. I climbed into the car by myself, gazing at the house I had called home for so many years as it slowly disappeared from view. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company."

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

“And even if you wanted to threaten him or put him in line, you didn't have to kill my mother. There were a ton of things you could do to punish him. You always had a choice. And you made yours.” “And now, it's our turn,” I continued. I finished pouring the gasoline trail toward the old breaker box near the wall. Then I set the empty container down. From my coat pocket, I pulled out Lorenzo's silver Zippo lighter. I smirked a bit at it, thinking of how much misunderstanding there was between us up till right before his death. Levi stared at it with widening eyes. “Luciano…” he whispered weakly. I flicked the lighter open, and a small yellow flame appeared.

She glares at me with the energy of a woman who has watched empires rise and fall. "Have a great day," I tell her, brightly. She makes a sound. It’s not a word. It’s the sound a goose makes before it bites a child. I leave with my chocolate. Outside, I bite into it. It tastes exactly like I wanted it to. Cheap, waxy, perfect. The tobacco shop is two doors down. I don't smoke, but I want a new lighter because mine is ugly. It’s a totally legitimate errand. Everyone should have a lighter. You never know when you’ll need to set fire to something.

However, the rain extinguished the fire before he could even light up the cigarette. He started getting irritated, he tried again, but the wind extinguished the fire this time. “F*ck!!!” The person shouted and threw his lighter on the ground. “Come, I’ll help you. The fire from this lighter won’t be blown by the wind or extinguished by the rain.” Another person from the side extended his hand and took out a Zippo lighter. He lit up the cigarette. “Okay,” the guy replied and put the cigarette into his mouth and puffed.

Alice illustrated with her fingers and Maya did as she said and a spark came from the top before a low flame appeared. It was really fancy and very attractive which made her wonder why she had never seen a pair before to why she had never even got her own customized lighter. Making a mental note to get hers later, she finally lit the cigarette and took an aggressive drag letting it go into every blood vessel in her body before she exhaled. The good old bitter after taste nicotine gave suited her for a bit but it occurred to her as to why would someone who doesn't smoke have a lighter this fancy. "I thought you don't smoke, what's with the fancy lighter?" Maya took another drag that almost ga

or how about an axe in his chest? The voices were exhilarated and they echoed into laughter. Unexpectedly, the restroom door unlocked and Blaze entered. He looked at me and rolled his eyes. "Be less theatrical, will you?" He drew a packet of cigarettes from his coat and popped one into his mouth. My eyes magnified as he lit it up and let the smoke smear the space with a smirk on his face. He knew I was allergic to smoke yet that has never stopped him from smoking in front of me. I grasped the sink tight and let out an arid and severe cough.

I chuckle. "I know that. You don't have to smoke them if you don't wan't to. But I know you can use that lighter. Flip it over." She smiles at me while moving her arms through mine and kisses my arm as she watches me flip it over. I smile while I look back down and re-read the words inscribed on the lighter that reads: We Do Not Remember Days, We Remember Moments. I look at her and smile. "I love that saying." He says.

There was a custom signature at the bottom of the lighter. “Looks like you’re familiar with it. I’m also curious why you would carry this even though you don’t smoke.” “No, I really don’t smoke. Why would I lie about something like this?” “Is that the point?”

While the black leather jacket pulls against his broad shoulders perfectly, it's his massively deadly aura that I can't pull my attention away from, the distance between us having no effect in diminishing his lethality. I suck in a sharp breath as he turns towards me, our eyes locking immediately as though he knew exactly where I was all along. Propping his other elbow onto the bar, he reveals a sliver lighter clasped between his fingers. I’m mesmerized by it for a moment as he flicks it open, the move effortless. My mind completely hazes over the risk as he rolls the flint, the flame flickering to life instantly. I’m drawn to it like a moth, the light so vibrant and playful, exuding the sam