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Like really hot. And I could feel the hotness on my skin. I could smell something burning. Skin. It was that same smell that filled the air on ileya day. The smell of cow skin burning. Except this time, I was feeling the pain instead of a cow. I was feeling severe pain. When you mistakenly scald your hand with a hot iron or when the heat from a boil in water lapped at a part of your skin. It was that same exact feeling except it was my whole body being scalded with a hot iron this time around.

I teased and saw her face turned red as she glared at me. "Stop it! That's not true, Ignis! You're just ganging up with this Princess---" "Punong baylan is the richest fantasian, Sassy. Richer than the Glaciers and Flamis combined." Ignis said nonchalantly which caused the two of us to gaped at her.

Caleb and Hela burn in hell, she thought to herself as the word left her mouth in a whisper, “Incendia.” The photograph caught fire and Caleb’s arm started to burn. The edge curled and shivered as the flames drank up the air and cherished. As she watched the dancing of the flames over, Eira’s chest felt a relief she hadn’t felt in a long while. She felt cruel and dark but it was nonetheless a good feeling. When she felt the photograph had burnt enough, she lazily let it drop into the toilet and with a flush it disappeared. “How did it feel?” Nate asked in an excited, rush tone.

His perfectly proportioned build was slender with muscle that wasn’t bulky, but very defined. Gazing at Alford’s chiseled jaw that wasn’t too square, yet wasn’t too triangular, she smirked as she turned her full body around to his honey complexioned face and caramel-colored eyes. She got lost in those eyes frequently and cherished every moment of it. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” she playfully scoffed as she took one final puff of the now almost wasted cigarette and flung it over the edge of the cliff. “Aside from the fact that you’re a mad woman, I’m sure something that has you smoking while carrying our child has got to be the reason?” he jokingly asked with a cocked right eyebrow.

I knew they were scheming something but I wasn't in the least bothered. As the room hushed into a reverent silence, my gaze was drawn irresistibly towards the grand staircase. There, bathed in a cascade of soft golden light, stood Eden, a vision of ethereal beauty that stole my breath away. She descended the stairs with an effortless grace, every movement like a dance, her crimson gown flowing around her like a river of liquid fire. The rich fabric clung to her curves, accentuating her every contour, while intricate golden embroidery adorned the edges, glistening with every step she took. Her dress, a masterpiece of elegance and allure, mirrored the fiery passion that burned within her.

Bottles of perfume lay shattered on the floor, their sweet fragrances mixing with the scent of burning candles. She knew deep down that Yennifer possessed a certain allure, an irresistible charm that had captured Alpha Henry's attention. But accepting this reality was beyond her reach. Her unfathomable desire to possess him entirely, to have him as hers and hers alone, fueled her simmering envy. It was a fire that could not be contained, threatening to consume everything in its path.

"No, it is not that simple. The moment that person loves you then you love them back, you will feel a burning sensation on your mark and it will glow signifying that as true love then the curse will be broken. If it does not, then you will remain immortal until you will find your true love." "THAT IS LUDICROUS!" I roared at her. "This will serve as a lesson, to both of you,” she said as she took turns in looking at Nathaniel and I, “ You will be watched. I will make sure that my descendants will watch your progress. Until then, good luck." Then the room went back to normal but the spot where Florence stood was vacant. She had disappeared, leaving us to deal with the aftermath. As for the wom

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.

She took a silver lighter out of her purse, opened it, and lit the contract with it. The men moved forward quickly. "What are you—" She lifted the burning pages out in the air and watched the fire eat them. She said, "You think I'm someone who bargains." "I don't give up." I get up. Ash fell upon the tablecloth. The smoke rose in rich, delicious curls, bringing with it the smell of revolt. Belle's look held the males in place. "Tell Michael Richards this: I don't give up when things get tough. I burn what tries to trap me.

I toss it in. The fire catches instantly, a whoosh of heat and light engulfing the Maserati’s pristine interior. Flames lick at the leather, climbing higher, hungrier. I step back, watching as the inferno consumes it. The heat radiates against my skin, but I don’t flinch. It’s poetic, almost beautiful. A perfect representation of his ego burning to ash.