Blaze Lighters Novels & Stories

“Come on, we have something we need to do.” “What?” He holds up a box of firelighters and a gas lighter. Then smiles and says, “let’s go burn the fuck out of those monograms.”

I wasn’t going out like this. Sirens suddenly wailed out from the darkness outside as red and blue lights lit up the smoke-filled room. Help was here! But would they even know I was in here? Would Ace alert them? Was he even still around? What kind of lowlife, scum-of-the-earth boyfriend would leave their girlfriend in a house that was on fire? Depressingly, I realized I had that boyfriend, and I allowed him to treat me like this. I was no better than he was.

He yelled but they didn't respond as Venom got hold of a lighter. He lightened it as Blaze stretched a dry stick towards him, venom made little fires with the stick and instantly, blaze threw it on the oil which was spreaded round Fredrick. "Noooooooo!" He screamed as the fire blew up increasing, heating up his feet. "Draw the pole downwards!" Blaze muttered and Onyx went to the pulley system, drawing the pole downwards. Fredrick screamed as fire caught up with him as it increased rapidly. He struggled to release his hold but it was fruitless as the fire consumed him completely.

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.

Chapter 17 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… We got back to The Grey Goose, and I walked down into the club and got out the ginger ale and Glenfiddich, and tossed some ice in a lowball, intending to make my version of a Mamie Taylor. “We’re not supposed to drink on the job,” Jade said, putting her hand on top of the Glen 12.

I’m not surprised when Christian pushes his chair out, reaches out, and pulls me down to his lap. “Take it.” I do. The blunt is fat, and I realize that though I’ve seen a couple, I’ve never held one. I put it between my index and middle fingers like I know smokers do, placing it on my lips. I’m suddenly hyperaware of how close his face is, of how easily he could close the space if he wanted to. Christian pulls out a black lighter, positioning it right at the butt of the thing, then he lights it. “Inhale.”

BRYNNE Kade’s brow shoots up. “Where the fuck am I supposed to get a candle in this place?” Anywhere. I roll my eyes and turn toward Tristan. He shifts, sitting up a little straighter. Curiosity flickers in his normally blank gaze. “What’s going on?” he asked. Again, I ignore the question. “Can I get your lighter?” Of the four of us, he’s the only one who smokes. Father has tried to get him to quit too many times, but since his academic results are great and his combat skills even better, there’s only so much he can do.

The aftermath of shock, but Lara would sooner have been boiled alive than cry in front of him. “If you were hanging off the edge of a cliff, I’d stand on your fingers,” she told him jerkily. She heard paper tearing. A bottle of ‘Blonde Passion’ landed beside her. “The name caught my eye,” he raked down at her, “and the stupid salesgirl sprayed some of it around me. That was yesterday and I still can’t get rid of it!” A long silence stretched. Her teeth bit into the hand she had wedged against her mouth but she couldn’t stop the faint tremors still racking through her.

When Jeremy squinted the right way, Blaze looked like a muscular hot-pink flamingo. Aside from palm trees, considering flamingoes were another common motif in Blaze’s outrageous clothing choices, that aesthetic might have been what he was shooting for. Blaze sauntered into the room, looking every bit at home in the ridiculous getup. “You like it?” He smoothed a hand down his lapel. He knew perfectly well that Jeremy and Wes would likely burn the garment in one of the ranch’s late-night campfires as soon as they had the chance.

- the blond boy shouted. I smiled at him and waved. The boy turned his attention back to his friendsband to what he was doing. I grabbed a cigarette to put it between my lips, capturing my small lighter drawn with the flag of the United States. I saw the spark light up when I pressed the small button, until seeing fire wholly. As soon as the cigarette lit, I put the lighter back in my pocket. I pulled the smoke into my mouth in an intense way, automatically feeling my body get better.