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Ben and Rod look at me. I enter the room first, flames ignite along the walls of the room revealing a chamber full torture devices and tools.

Maybe the facade only looks small with the help of optical illusion. I didn't speak. I looked around and there were many books scattered there. There is also a cauldron over the fire inside the fireplace. Something was brewing and the ladle was spinning and mixing the liquid. I tried not to be amazed but even so, I was still amazed by everything I was seeing. "Sicario, is he the one you say is your grandson?" Merlin asked Grandpa. Grandpa smiled. He looks proud like I am some kind of a prized possession.

Normally I'd use my go-to fireman carry but not only wouldn't have woken her up for sure but also had her thinking that I was trying to kidnap her or something. The moment I lifted her up and pulled her close to my chest she groaned and started to move a little bit, I stood there quietly in that same spot until she stopped. Just as I was about to take a step she moved again but this time she moved even more closer to me to the point where her face was dug deep into my chest. I could feel every single time she breathed in and out taking a breath, I could feel her warmth. She was gentle, soft, and small compared to me. She was light, compared to everybody else and everything I lift doing this

I feel my insides go on fire as soon as we lock eyes “How on earth? I don’t even have your number” Levi starts his evil laugh under his breath as Grace look at him seemingly for an explanation. “I may have written down Max’s number instead of mine” Shes looks between the two of us again and my hands fly up in defence. I am not going down for Levi’s sly trick. I mean as grateful as I am to of found out her name and get her number this was all on him.

"These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie." When I saw how happy Mom looked, I regretted not bringing her home earlier. She'd been subjected to insults and mockery with Dad, but at home, she was Grandpa and Grandma's pride and joy. We had a lively meal. Uncle Brad turned on the TV to watch the news. Just then, a breaking news report came on. "A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire."

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

I’m combining all the books of this series in one. So going to change the tittle from ‘Forbidden Flames: My Best Friend’ to ‘Forbidden Flames: Steamy Series’ of this book. Forbidden Flames: My Stepbrother Stella I was a broken soul, and I never thought that I would be healed by my stepbrother. Alex My stepsister, whom I thought would hate her, but she became the one and only person whom I desire deeply. *** "No. Flower, you're not ugly. If you could see yourself through my eyes, you'd understand how beautiful and desirable you are." I hold her face in my hands again, pulling her closer.

And reluctantly, he gripped another corner of the book. "reh ot og emslfa tes!" Roman bellowed aloud, his eyes blazing as brightly as the flames that consumed the book. It was too hot for even a dragon to hold, so they let go of it right away, and the fiery golden flames engulfed it, causing it to disappear from view. Shutting his eyes, Roman inhaled deeply. "Hopefully, this works." "If it doesn't, I will not think twice about killing you." Tiana growled menacingly at him.

“No. Which is why I’ve convinced Maya to take a special tonic that makes her particularly susceptible to burning alive. The second the books go up in flames, her body will pull the flames into her lungs with every breath, killing her where she stands.” He pulls out a piece of parchment from his pocket and hands it to me. I unroll it, reading off the description of a fire-magnet tonic and its limitations: a single flame is not large enough to be sucked in by whoever drinks this tonic. It has to be a large fire. I imagine an entire library would be considered large enough. “Maya would never agree to take this tonic,” I say as I hand the parchment back to Diego. He pockets it. “No, she wouldn’t

Stephen said, "Or are you holding out for him, keeping yourself pure?" The words pierced Elaine's inner turmoil like a needle. She paused, her heart racing, and then she made her move. With a boldness that surprised even herself, she cradled his face, rose on her tiptoes, and pressed her lips to his. Passion did not always need love to ignite into a blazing fire. Elaine had not touched a drop of alcohol that night, yet she felt utterly drunk at the moment. Lost in the intensity, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her short nails carving fervent trails across his skin.