Burning Elegance Novels & Stories

I’m just about to take another sip of my bourbon when a woman strides into the club, escorted by a man clad in a sleek black Armani suit. His expression is cold and unyielding, void of emotion, as he moves beside her with calculated precision. The woman is striking—draped in a dark grey mini dress that hugs her hourglass figure, the wrapped front design subtly emphasizing her curves. Her skin, kissed with a saffron tint, glows beneath the dim club lights, while waves of obsidian-black hair cascade over her shoulders. But it’s her eyes—sharp and brilliant like sapphires—that hold an unmistakable presence.

Everything was muffled, the only thing Sephora cared about was that screaming female, and that damned hand that she'd dragged down her mate, like he was some possession. Sephora allowed a bit of heat to escape from the flames, enough that it had begun to slowly, painfully burn the female's delicate hand. She could hardly hear Megan scream for mercy, under the rage that thundered in her ears, though she could have sworn what smelt like burning flesh reached her nose. Ambrose tried to stop Sephora again,

I said to myself OMG I am now in trouble how am I supposed keep my lust in check. Damn it now trying to resist the lust and fire within me. please come in i said as he walk in pass me his cologne and his body was so mesmerizing that I stand their by the door for a good three minutes before coming back to my senses and closing the door. I said to myself why did this man had to be so handsome why did I had to have this intense attraction for him.

" I forced myself to look away from her breathtaking body and focus on the hand she had outstretched to me and then raised my eyes to meet her gaze, which held no trace of her smile. Her eyes tell a tale opposite the proper, posh princess she was trying to portray. Her eyes, a beautiful shade of emerald with brown honey flakes, told the truth. They radiated hatred, anger, and anguish. They showed shimmers of the need for an adventure, the hope for a new beginning, and when my gaze fully met hers, they showed a flicker of desire, of want. They lit a flame deep within me, an inferno that only she would be able to extinguish if I let her close enough. "Hades," I reply, ignoring her outstretched

He reached out to help me up, but I pushed his hand away and pulled the urn close to my chest. Meanwhile, Sophie stoked the flames again. "Rue, what's in that box that's got you so worked up? Why are you guarding it like that? Is it a gift from some other guy?" Joshua frowned. "Are you cheating on me, Ruby?" The doubt in his eyes made my stomach drop, and I suddenly felt sick. "These are Margaret's ashes, Joshua! Just sign the divorce agreement already. I can't stand being around you!" Sophie slapped a hand over her mouth, being all dramatic. "Oh, my goodness, Rue! This is too much. Are you seriously making up some wild story just to put on a show?"

I look down at her, at those rebellious eyes glaring up at me, filled with fire. Ah, those eyes. Plain brown to the world. Dull. Forgettable. But beneath their surface burned a defiance that intrigued me—a flame that refused to be extinguished. I could spend a fortune to preserve that fire, frame it, cage it. But I wouldn’t need to. She was mine now, and that fire would burn only for me—until I decided to snuff it out. Her body trembled, her fingers twitching as consciousness began to slip from her grasp. The fire flickered, dimmed, and then vanished altogether.

Years of rigorous training had honed her instincts to a razor's edge, which showed in every step she took. In a sudden burst of speed, she feinted left, a blur of white against the dark backdrop of the hall. Reuben fell for it, lunging toward her with a savage snarl. But Raina was already moving, twisting her lithe body to the right. Her claws lashed out with brutal precision, raking across his eyes. The sickening sound of tearing flesh filled the air, followed by Reuben's agonised yelp. He stumbled, blinded and disoriented, his paw desperately swiping at the air.

~ Nikki ~ I successfully manage to not destroy this gorgeous piece of furniture, but that doesn’t mean I won’t spontaneously combust, burst into flames and otherwise incinerate this luxurious bedding. Breathing is simply not an option at present. The fiery sensations consuming me are all I can focus on. They blaze through my veins, leaving a sizzling trail in their wake. My inner muscles clutch Jameson’s fingers, not relinquishing their hold on him as I draw out every single ounce of pleasure he’s just given me.

Watched her revel in attention, Julian Fernandez finds himself seemingly trapped into a vey inappropriate situation with the mother of his child. People often mistake sophistication for elegance. While it's possible to be both, you can be sophisticated without being elegant and elegant without being sophisticated. Elegance as we know is graciousness in action, and possessing a certain confident simplicity. Sophistication proceeds from a great deal of worldly experience and knowledge of fashion and culture. It comes from an in depth learning about your surroundings, having a refined understanding of different cultures and being comfortable with luxury. Sometimes sophistication can be vulgar,

Every corner was marked by understated elegance, the kind that only true wealth could afford without seeming gaudy. Demetria sat up on the enormous bed, bouncing once like a child before sinking back into the pillows. “It feels unreal,” she whispered, her eyes darting from the balcony doors to the crystal chandelier overhead. I leaned against the doorway, arms folded, a small smirk tugging at my lips. “Get used to it, Wildfire. This is your reality now.”