Catching Fire Novels & Stories

I snatched it from her and used it to protect my hands before lifting the cupboard and pushing it out of the way. The cardigan caught fire and I threw it aside, glad that it had served its purpose in clearing a path for everyone. “Come on, everyone! Move, now!” I shouted, waving them towards the open door. The fire had consumed most of the room by now, bright orange flames licking the walls and ceiling, sending sparks flying through the air. The heat was unbearable, and the smoke was so thick it felt like we were breathing through wet cloth. I herded them out, Jas supporting mother who was coughing violently. As they passed me, I saw the worry and fear etched on their faces, but there was no

"The....The building, IT'S ON FIRE." • • • • • •

“Boom” Another explosion. The fire sizzled, devouring the last bit of my pack. I listened as pierced screams filled my ear. The fire mercilessly swept across the land, like an orange dragon, breathing balls of fire, engulfing any signs of life. I watched as black smoke floated in the air, choking me slowly.

He noticed she smiled unconsciously and moved closer to it. He was happy observing her, but suddenly she snuggled even closer to the fire and placed her arm above the pit. He tried to scream but no sound came out, he moved his feet yet still couldn’t move. The fire rose and took over her still sleeping body. Then, the flames made their way towards him as if someone had left a trail of rum straight into his spot and the fire was coursing the flammable line. When it reached him, the blazes rose higher like a curtain of chaos that lit the path between them.

"You know how much I love you and I don't want you ever to get hurt--," If you only knew. "Dad, no I-- what is that smell?" I looked behind dad and Milan and saw smoke coming out of the kitchen. "Oh my god! Mom, your kitchen is on fire!" Dad immediately turned around and his eyes widened. "Pudding, the chicken!" "No, that dress is so--," "Perfect!" Angelica screamed as she walked out of the closet with a red sparkly dress in her hands. "It is perfect for the ball."

Alice snapped Kingston roll his eyes and walked away from her sight “You really won’t say anything about It?” Alice asked Kingston didn’t say a word “Fine,,goodbye” Alice said and turned back She walked away Kingston fold his fists angrily,,his hands which was placed on the table started bringing out some flames of fire,,his eyes and hair turning red. The table was almost catching fire when the door opened again and Alice c@m£ in “I c@m£ to take my book,,,,” she st©pped when she saw Kingston and her eyes wi-de-ned

"Forever" McKenzie connected our lips as she kissed me passionately ,holding me securely against her body..The fireworks, the butterflies in my stomach ,that only her can give me ,still much there..The electricity and the flame that ignites inside of me whenever McKenzie touches me was something I couldn't explain, there was literally no words that could describe that feeling..When she was close ,I forgot about everything and anything and then its just her and me and our intertwined souls..

Brian's car caught fire and screams erupted. “ Boom!!!” I mused with a satisfied grin

And of course, questions that lead to news of the affair that dragged her name and reputation, must be confirmed immediately. The beautiful girl had a shocking clarification in store plus a fact that would shock many, at the right time. Once she launched a bullet, one person fell and could not dodge it easily. Though the other one she had made sure was helpless but it turned out to spark a fire. Ah... that person should have known that if he provoked Celine's emotions, it would not only be a collapse. But all the losses that are so great will lurk. Celine was very impatient but really... she had to restrain herself.

*** James The sound of my heartbeat hammered in my chest, each beat a violent, relentless thrum that threatened to deafen me as I pushed through the choking smoke. My eyes burned, but they were fixed—locked—on Katniss. There, in the center of the inferno, her body motionless, consumed by flames that seemed to have a mind of their own. The fire wasn’t just destroying the house; it was alive, vicious, almost as if it were taking revenge, as if it had been waiting for this moment. The orange and red tongues of flame reached hungrily, devouring everything they could touch, twisting and flicking in every direction, daring anyone to come close. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was her.