Catching Fire Online Book Novels & Stories

WARNING-the content of this book is VERY graphic and VERY dark. Do NOT read if you cannot stomach graphic violence or explicit intimacy. HYACINTH (AGE 15) "Daddy!" I sputtered and coughed in the upstairs hallway, lungs already dangerously full of smoke. The fire crackled all around us-my childhood home going up in flames.

I scream into the air. "Jessa!" Brixtius's voice is next to me. "Who are you talking to?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I tell him. "Let's go!" Brixtius shouts while pulling me down the street. In the same direction as the crowd. We run for a few minutes, the ash making it hard to breathe. Such deadly snow! The next rumble, I realize it is the end. The pyroclastic cloud that kills all the citizens of Pompeii is coming.

"Next time, well go fishing" "All right, I'll try swimming first, I'm still not hungry actually." I don't want to eat first though I'm hungry because the sun might be so hot later. "No, you'll eat first" "I'm not hungry yet" "Eat or else" "Or else what? You'll kiss me?" I already read it on W*****d, that 'eat or I'll eat you' isn't really new to me. "You'll be staying inside from now on, but if you want to be kissed just tell me, I can always give you that milady" he gave me a naughty smile.

Door 6 Chloe and Hunter tore open the envelope. “I burn without hands; I consume without teeth; I dance and die with every breeze.” Hunter frowned. “Fire?” The door clicked open. Chloe rolled her eyes and shoved him playfully. “Lucky guess.” They were led back, Chloe mumbled something about him being useless without her. Door 4

The goddess must hate me for some reason. Wiping the thought from my mind, my eyes land on the only fictional book in the stack. I am actually a “facts over fiction” kind of girl usually. But, this time, I find myself choosing otherwise. Maybe it’s time for a change. Running my fingers across the cover and staring at the fiery red dragon, I am suddenly reminded of Millie. Goddess, Millie!

"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.

It pulsed beneath my palm like a heartbeat. I exhaled slowly and pressed my hand against the page. The flames came instantly. They swallowed the book in a soundless roar, a fire without smoke or heat. Before Silas could yank me away, the blaze leapt and coiled around me like serpents. My vision swallowed itself. One blink I stood in our chamber and the next I stood on snow. A village lay in front of me, small and poor and full of smoke. The air smelled of frost. Children chased one another through the mud with sticks and no shoes. I heard laughter and the reason it hurt was because I knew it would not last.

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.

A chill ran through me as I stared at him in disbelief. Seeing the terror in my eyes, Tucker curled his lips into a knowing smile. Panic took over me, every fiber of my being screaming to push him away and run. But my body refused to cooperate. The fire inside me had barely dimmed, leaving my body limp and unresponsive. I grabbed his tie, my attention drawn to the flush creeping over his ears. "Can you take me home?" I asked. Reading my unspoken request, Tucker quietly began to remove my clothes. "Tucker… No…"

One week later, Lucas showed up at Clara’s house unannounced, a little after ten at night. She was sitting on the double bed, laptop open on her lap, wearing only an old, oversized t-shirt that barely covered her ass. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she wrote the final scene of the book — the most intense one of all, clearly inspired by him. The detailed description of a firefighter fucking the protagonist to the limit, alternating between her holes, filling her with cum, making her scream until she lost her voice.