Burning Elegance Novels & Stories

I feel my erection growing harder with each burning move that she makes. "You are playing with fire, my beloved." "And what if I want to get burned?" I can see the lust and craving in her eyes as she runs her fingers closer to my erection. I want to take every inch of the elegance that is spread out in front of me. I drive my fingers deep into her ass and crush my lips into hers. I get lost in her taste. I feel the heat of her body glow through her lips, they are hotter than the sun itself but nothing as hot as this body that I am holding in my hands. I push away all my inhibitions and claim her mouth, devouring every inch of her.

" (Pulling the trigger on Recreation causing a spray of bullets to fire forward within accelerated time, landing clean shots. Time unpauses just long enough for Dantzler and Xanne to rush at Izanami so she will not have time to respond.) Xanne: "A World Of Elegance!" {Elegance: The quality of being pleasingly ingenious and simple; neatness.} (Elegance forms as an iridescent flame within Xanne's hand. It's thrown forward as if it is an underhanded softball throw, causing Izanami to ignite and scream in pain. She seems to be breaking down on a molecular level.) "Elegance. The thought that beautiful things can destroy anything. In this case, your Definition or Universal Constant itself. BREAKDO

The dim glow from the burning fire somehow did not obliterate delicate colors, instead enhancing them almost magically. The tantalizing woman spun slowly, putting her back to him, a move so understatedly graceful, it immediately snapped Ross’s attention away from the puzzling grey mists that seemed to swirl about, obscuring the rest of the place. She wore what appeared to be layers and layers of silk scarves of various hues wrapped about her tiny, curvy form, concealing and yet so thin and revealing. The mix of display and concealment was almost too perfect a blend; somehow managing to intoxicate without stupefying.

Her poise and elegance were unmatched, a true embodiment of beauty and sophistication. In that red dress, with her hair flowing down her back, she became a living work of art. Her presence was ethereal, captivating hearts and leaving a lasting impression on all who were lucky enough to witness her enchanting allure. She was a reminder that beauty could transcend the physical and ignite a sense of wonder and admiration in the hearts of those who beheld her. The radiant lady who commanded everyone's attention was none other than Emine Campbell. Her deadly aura had dissipated, giving way to elegance and gracefulness that left onlookers in awe. It was now the women's turn to feel a pang of jealo

I am currently appraising myself, a brunette-haired with subtle caramel tip highlights, a long-legged lady wearing an elegant passion red double-breasted wool winter coat that goes well with her knee-high Steve Madden crushing embellished boots, I should have worked as a fashion model and not as a feature writer. "How could a man who is in his right mind resist this beckoning scale of beauty in front of him for ten years?" I thought. "For ten fucking years for fuck's sake!" I emphasized and frowned at the memory of our last conversation, or more likely an argument about wholesomeness and pureness of heart. Tsk. I bit my lips out of frustration. I shrugged myself. "Well, that's why I am here.

Despite the hundred protests of stylists, he refused to let her go and shut them up with a glare. On the other hand, draped in the ethereal elegance of a white bride gown, she emerged as the embodiment of timeless beauty. The off-shoulder silhouette gracefully showcased her delicate collarbones, adding a touch of subtle allure to the ensemble. The gown, a canvas of pristine white, became a masterpiece with intricate embroidery that wove a story of love and commitment into the fabric.

It was small. A spark, a flicker—something so insignificant that it should never have changed his life. But it did. Nathaniel remembered the way the flames spread, slow at first, creeping along the edges of the old curtains before swallowing them whole. He remembered the thick, suffocating smoke curling toward the ceiling, the acrid scent of burning wood and fabric stinging his throat. His hands trembled as he tried but couldn't put it out, his heart pounding in his chest.

They studied me like I was their business textbook, and when they saw me, it was like the light had been restored to darkness. I am the air that those men breathe. My beauty rises and kills. They could chew my long hair that cascades down my shoulder to my thin waist for a living and would still crave for more. When my pair of green eyes meet theirs, they salivate and lose the ability to breathe. When my plum, red lips start to move, they stop whatever they are saying and wait for me to finish. When I walk, they wait until I pass for them to shut their eyes and take in the aroma of my fresh rose fragrance. In my opinion, Malek was just jealous that his sisters looked like him. What could a f

I've never been so captivated. Collins, keeps ranting beside me, but his words fade into the background as I'm entranced by Aura's elegance. She walks with a grace that belies her inner turmoil, her shoulders squared, and her head held high. Despite her cute height. She dusts a log and sits on it, one of the books I bought her rests in her hand. Just as I'm entranced, Ace appears, waving at her with a charming smile. He begins to stroll towards her, and a burning sensation erupts within me. Unease, hot and primal, courses through my veins like liquid fire.

The woman now a dark blaze of ethereal beauty burned. She ignited brighter, as Jolene’s spirit merged into the cascade of magic, embers and ash whirled around her confined by the circle of salt. The inferno combusted, burning debris caught in the swirling air that fed the flames, snuffing the matter into nothing but soot on the wind.