Burning Elegance Novels & Stories

She gave out a heavily sigh, and walked into her two sons company, lost in her thoughts thinking of ways not to lose such influential business partners, It was almost like gambling with her life when ever she meant business. She took off her pair of shades as she walked to the 20th floor with elegance and grace, a perfect stature, fair and soft face. She wasn't called the queen of Asia for no reason. She was the definition of beauty and brains. Suddenly her mood dropped when a clumsy lady bumped into her. " Young lady, watch where you are going", She shouted but trying her best to keep it in check. "Am sorry madam, Please pardon me" a sweet voice said trying to escape the situation

The grand hall had become a furnace. Flames licked the curtains, raced along the carved beams, and curled around the broken chandeliers. The great sigils of the Empire blackened and burned, disintegrating into ash that swirled like snowflakes in the fiery air. The marble beneath their feet cracked and split with each shudder of the earth, glowing fissures spider webbing outward as though the very ground was aflame. Elara stood at the center of it all—veil torn away, gown scorched at the hem, her hair a fiery halo about her face. Her eyes glowed with unbearable light, white as stars.

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...

He felt his heart beat faster while looking at her. Her eyes were so bright and lively that he wanted to stared every second. He wanted to stare into her beautiful eyes. Her eyebrows seem to be carved in a beautiful shape. She's cute with her mochi cheeks, and her nose is small and pointed. Her smile is so adorable that makes him inlove with her. Her red lips that he wants to kiss every time she's pouting. Her long and straight brown hair is very attractive. Sawyer wanted to touch woman's hair because he felt it was too soft in his hand.

I had walked through it all, him showing me all of it proudly, my eyes cataloging every detail, and my mind calculating the cost of his empire. Yet, it wasn't the opulence that struck me most. It was her. I was struck when Eleanor Blackwood glided into the room like a ghost, her innocent beauty delicate and haunting, her eyes carrying a weight that no amount of diamonds could mask. She was younger than Damian for sure, her porcelain skin unmarred by the city's grit, but there was a fragility to her that betrayed the truth of what she was. I knew that I was the architect of her problems, but I had never felt regret for anything I did, not until I found Eleanor. I felt regret for ruining a sou

"I don't believe in miracles anymore, Ben. I believe in stubbornly refusing to die. There's a difference." "Is there?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Sometimes I think your stubborn refusal to give up is the closest thing to a miracle I've seen since The Burning." The mention of The Burning made my chest tighten, as it always did. The memories were still too fresh, too raw. I could still smell the smoke, hear the screms, see the sky turning that terrible shade of orange as the world caught fire. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on putting one foot in front of the other.

“A leash, or a crown. Depends how you wear it.” Fire flickered faintly across her fingertips, the book cover beneath her palm warming. “I’d sooner burn it all to ash than bend to you.” His voice dropped, silk over steel. “That defiance is why I want you. You’ll break. Everything beautiful does.” She scraped back the chair as she stood up, the fire burning hotter in her. “Try again, Derek, and I will make sure you leave with scars you cant heal from.” He laughed low, dark, the sound slithering under her skin. “Rejection only makes the hunger sharper, Elara. Remember that.”

And those thighs quivering in his hold, as shaky as the moans he's dragging out of me. And then his eyes. God, those fucking half-lidded eyes, watching me so intently, moving over my face, taking in everything. And in that gray, I find desire, lust, need. Then his eyes break our stare, move down my body, and the look changes. Oh, the desire, lust, and need are still there, burning there, but there's something else there too now. As he watches me beneath him, writhing on his cock, he looks at my body like it's the most beautiful thing, like he never wants to leave it.

~Serena~ I stared at the fire dancing up in the air, the gorgeous Cinderella ball gown burning inside the steel drum. The beautiful ball gown just went to waste. The nasty scent of burning fabric drifted through the air, but it wasn’t enough to erase Declan’s scent. It annoyingly lingered around, like an itch I couldn’t scratch. Pulling out a packet of cigarettes from my leather jacket pocket, I lit it up and took a long pull. Fucking Declan Mitchell. I huffed, peering up at the glowing moon above.

The air trembled, heat rippling through it like a heartbeat. My eyes snapped open just as the magic ignited. Fire erupted beneath me, racing up the walls, devouring the air. I stumbled up, choking on smoke. Ember stood in the center of the room, framed by the blaze, her silhouette sharp and perfect against the light. Her eyes burned with both colors now—black and gold—and her smile was something beautiful and terrifying. “You should’ve never trusted the flame.”