Burning Love Book Novels & Stories

They burn like Hell's fire, ironically, their bond increases with the fire burning up the contract. Aaron takes her hand and pulls her into his body. He holds her face while whispering the words to her lips, "I love you, Ravine. No one else has ever gotten so close to my lonely heart. In my world, in my autobiography, you're the knight in shining armor when my world went so dark. Thank you for existing, my love." He says and bends down to capture her lips, but she too had some words to say over the fire that engulfed the contract and gave them a new life.

she recounted. "Are you suggesting you were set up? And by whom?" "Love set me up. I was betrayed by love itself, and no one else," she answered. "I’m not here to point fingers, so don’t expect me to name names after all, the real fool in this tale is me. The reason I put my signature to a document I hadn’t even glanced at was love, not greed or money, but love," she said with a faint smile. I shot a glare, my focus shifting to Daniel, who sat as still as a statue.

I wouldn't attend the company banquet, but I would send someone to publicize all the evidence I had gathered on Frank's infidelity during this time. After making all the arrangements, I arrived at the villa's backyard. I lit a fire there and threw all the photos Frank and I had taken over the years into it—photos we had taken while vacationing at the beach together, photos of us kissing on our wedding day, photos we took to commemorate climbing to the top of a mountain… The photos quickly curled and blackened in the flames. Eventually, they turned to ash and scattered away with the wind. It was just like our marriage, which once seemed unbreakable but was now nothing but lies and betrayal.

It burned as it felt like my soul was being ripped out alive. “ELARA—!” Draven’s voice— but it sounded distant. I couldn’t stop. If I let it consume me, I could kill the man I love. The darkness surged again, higher to my chest…to my heart. My body burned, and at the same time I felt an immense cold. To my heart. My soul. “No—!” I gasped. There is not a universe that I can exist in if I don’t love you. I remembered Draven’s words and with everything I had left, I pushed harder, screaming at the undoing and forced it back into the book. The moment it left me, it snapped shut and binds itself with the vines and I collapsed.

For a moment, everything else faded, there was just us… her heartbeat under my palm and the quiet certainty that this was the one thing worth burning cities for. “I won’t let him touch you,” I said into her hair. “Not Malik. Not Salvatore. Not anyone.” She pulled back just enough to look up at me. Her lips parted slightly, eyes darkening with something warmer, “That sounds dangerously close to a confession,” She teased. “Then maybe it is,” I said, placing my palms gently on both sides of her face. “I love you,” there… I said it, the heaviest three words I'd ever uttered to anyone.

My voice grew more choked with each word, but Lily couldn't hear a thing. She had a burn on her face, and a blister had already formed. A nurse was helping her treat the burn, and Lily was trembling in pain. Watching her suffer twisted my heart. It was then that I understood that death didn't end pain. Others who had survived the fire were surrounded by their families, but Lily was all alone by herself. Feeling bad for her, the nurse gently asked, "Sweetie, where are your parents?" Lily's eyes were red, with tears still clinging to her eyelashes. She spoke carefully, "Miss, could you please lend me your phone? I want to call my daddy."

Our love is a flame that can never be extinguished, consuming us both in its passionate embrace. Henry turns my body, placing me on his lap, his hands exploring every inch of my skin as he whispers sweet nothings in my ear. I move my hands down his back, feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch, and pull him closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us. My fingers graze his hard nipples, sending shivers down his spine as he lets out a low groan of pleasure. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, lost in the intoxicating dance of love and desire.

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.

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.

The path to freedom was clear and direct. In murderous rage, I pierced my claws into the palm of my right hand, hovered it over the last remaining shreds of the book and watched Vincent's eyes glaze over with tears. I uttered a single word, "Burn." And the book caught on fire the moment drops of my blood from the cut I made on my palm came into contact with it. In Vincent's absentmindedness, with his gaze still pinned on the burning book, everything slowed down before me. I moved faster than the law of time permitted, over to where he knelt with a sorrowful expression as he watched the remains of the book become ash.