Burning Love Book Novels & Stories

I gulped the lump in my throat and my eyes followed his hand which was still bleeding and the man wasn't paying any attention to it. Crazy! He has become not only blind but also deaf in the madness. "I don't know what love is but what has happened to me, I swear I won't be able to live without you." God, if this is love then I would like to say that love should never happen to anyone. If it is really so painful, then I ask why these moths of flame give themselves pleasure in pain like this. Love is really like a burning flame that keeps wandering moths around itself. Get restless and burn in sorrow. I don't know why they let themselves feel this.

She finally managed to pull away and looked straight in the eyes. "Why are you doing this? Why are you so kind to me? What do you want in return?" She asked with concern "Love is free, I don't need to ask for anything in return." He simply stated and opened the door gesturing for her to enter. The ride to his place was awfully quiet. When they finally reached his Villa which was magnificent and surrounded by beautiful flowers and trees which complimented it. They were welcomed by an old lady who reminded Joy of her nanny back home.

The heat of his body pressed against mine, and the burn of it spread, crackling in the space between us, setting my skin on fire. My chest tightened, every breath a struggle as though the very act of inhaling was a betrayal. "Fire," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear as he pulled me closer. "You’ll burn for me. And you’ll love it." The words were like gasoline, sparking a flame in the pit of my stomach that began to climb, licking at the edges of my thoughts. I could feel the fire spread across my skin, blistering and raw, but it was a pain I couldn’t fight.

We're still together out of desperation… only now we're just desperate for more of each other. He dumps all the bars on the bed and a nurse coming into the room gives me an excuse to take Law across the room while she checks Kamila's vitals. "What had your eyes shining when you looked at me just now?" Law asks. "You. Just you." "I love you." "Completely?" "Utterly." I smile. "Madly?" "Desperately." Desperately. The word whispers within me, making all of me desperate for him right now.

I roll over on top of her, pulling her leg over my shoulder and sliding inside her. Fire begins flickering around her mouth as I take control of her mouth, her body, and her mind, flooding her with my love, pushing it into her as hard and fast as I thrust into her. I swallow her moans, and whimpers and cries, and when she comes, exploding around me, the bed lights on fire. “That’s right, my dragon, burn in the fire of our love,” I growl, not stopping until much, much later, long after we left the bed in ashes.

"But what really happened here? Why is a book burnt?. I wrote quickly, my hand still trembling. I don't know. I touched one book and it started to burn. I dropped it. It was a weak lie, but it was all I had in that moment of panic. Suddenly, Noah's eyes caught something. He grabbed my hand roughly, turning it over. "You're burned." He was right. My hand was red and blistered from where I had held the burning book. I had been so terrified by what I'd read and by the fire that I hadn't even felt the pain.

“But it’s using us.” They stood facing each other, two halves of a burning bridge. “I loved you before I knew,” he said finally. “And I love you now. Nothing your mother or my father did changes that.” “Love isn’t a shield, Carson. It’s a fire. It burns everything it touches if you’re not careful.” “Then let it burn me,” he said fiercely. “But don’t let it take you.” She shook her head, trembling. “You can’t protect me from the truth.”

Zoe's delayed response brought silence into the air. Jacqueline's eyes were wide with disbelief. "Wait. You've kissed another guy?" "I didn't!" Zoe denied right away, her face red. "Of course, Seamus is the one I kissed! I just… I didn't want it aired out. It's private!" My heart sank. She was lying. We had never kissed, not even once. My mind began to wander again after that little episode. The past was starting to play itself in my head. All the details I'd been ignoring were now dancing vividly in the eyes of my mind.

"A woman like Lila is so hard to come by. Aaron's been paralyzed waist down for five years, and she'd been caring for him for all five years without a complaint." "She even got her hands all blistered up trying to save Aaron from the fire today too!" "Exactly. And really, what was Aaron thinking? He's already paralyzed waist-down, and yet, he still insisted on cooking in the kitchen. He nearly killed himself doing just that!" At that, I felt the blood in my body run cold. Delilah had put on a very convincing act. It was so good that, if I hadn't lain in the fire and overheard everything she'd discussed with our daughter, Dakota Bradshaw, I would have thought that her acting was real and been

Smoke filled my lungs—thick, black, choking. Five months pregnant, I woke to the scent of burning pine and sacred oak smoldering. Through the haze, I saw her: Eira, my fated mate’s foster sister, his “little sister of the pack,” pouring accelerant on our den threshold. I didn’t call him. Last life, I screamed through our bond. Cassian—my fated mate, my Alpha, the wolf I’d loved since we were six—came for me. Pulled me from the flames while Eira burned to charcoal behind us.