Consumed By Fire He Waits For Me Novels & Stories

Barefoot. I took it. One sentence. Smoke waits where fire used to speak. No signature. No return address. Only the truth: he had been here too. Watching. Waiting. But I did not flinch. Because neither did fire.

There he pour some liquor and lit it on fire. A smile can be seen on his lips as he saw how Aiden’s image was eaten by the burning fire. “Just you wait.. just you wait..”

I just need to keep feeding the fire. Until it burns him blind.

The fire hadn’t burned out. It had just been waiting.

Fear pressed close, real and tangible, but he didn’t flinch. “Stay behind me,” he commanded, body protective, predatory. “Trust me. Trust the fire. Trust me fully.” I obeyed, pulse wild, breath shallow. Desire, obsession, fear—they tangled inside me, consuming me as completely as he already had. The figures hesitated, then retreated into the fog, leaving only us. Danger was still present, but we were unbroken. His hands found mine, fingers tangling, grip fierce, claiming. “See?” he whispered. “The fire… it protects us as much as it consumes.”

I clutch it tightly and step back, retreating into the dark. He doesn’t notice. The fire is spreading. They’re too distracted. And I have what I need.

Wraps the other around my waist. And I let him hold me. Just for tonight. Because tomorrow? He won’t get the chance. I’ve made my choice. I’ll walk into the fire. And when he burns me down to ash? Maybe then, finally— I’ll be free.

However, he did not even spare me a glance. He took the unharmed Dominic, along with the cat Maya left at our home, and walked out of the fire without looking back. I thought he would return for me. I waited, desperately clinging to hope–but all I heard was my son speaking to the other firefighters. "Dominic, your dad already took the cat to the hospital. Tell us–is there anyone still inside?" By then, the smoke nearly suffocated me. Yet, for some reason, my son's voice reached me with perfect clarity.

Vivian and Chase don't see it. They are standing facing each other, not talking, just looking, and the fire is climbing the walls around them and the light it throws is warm and golden and turns their faces into something from an old painting, and I am watching from somewhere outside the frame and I cannot move and I cannot call out and the fire reaches them and they do not flinch. It goes through them. Not burning. Something else. The fire moves through both of them like light through glass, like it is not consuming them but revealing them, and what I see in the revealing is the thing that makes me wake up.

then he burst into laughter. God! Please! Not rape. Please. I prayed. “Let me go!” The next thing I knew was a smack to my face. I fell to the ground. The two men grabbed me up. I had that metallic taste on my tongue, and my eyes were blurry. “You slut,” he spat. He stretched his hand to touch me, and I stiffened. I wished for nothing but death or disappearance. I held my breath. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. Immediately, shots were fired.