Feelin The Burn El Koslo Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry I lost control. But I’m not sorry I want you. I’m not sorry I’ll burn everything down to keep you safe.” I reached out slow, carefuly brushed my thumb over the marks on her throat. She didn’t flinch. She leaned into the touch, and in that single movement, the fire inside me shifted. It was not rage or possession but something deeper. Something I wasn’t ready to name, But something I would kill to protect.

Be it out of old ties or kindness, my heart softened. Just as I stepped onto the stage, the entire refrigerated warehouse suddenly went dark with a loud hum. Sunlight pierced through the walls, and the temperature inside shot up. The crowd panicked, desperate to escape, but the scorching heat outside forced them back, their faces twisted in despair.

With two fire trucks, two ambulances, and the gleaming red truck used by the Chief, the Main Port Fire Station was one of the most visited tourist attractions as people were always greeted by whatever crew was on duty in its interior. I hoped they would also accept me after having turned my back on them when my team wanted to support me the most. “We can always come back to try again, my love.” “There's no time like the present, right?” I vaguely repeated my psychologist's words as I saw one of the large doors open and a short but curvy woman stand before it, staring at me. I smiled helplessly. It was impossible not to know who that woman was. “I've been waiting five minutes for you to fucki

The second I heard his voice, I knew it was Louis Foster—Joshua's coworker and best friend from the fire department. I tried to steady my shaky voice and said, "The 17th floor of Apartment 1, Building 3 at Rosewood Apartments is on fire. Can you send someone immediately?" But Louis laughed on the other end of the line.

Well, I also have a set of long legs but I just don’t like wearing short shorts unless we have volleyball trainings or it’s the game itself because the last time I did, my mood was bad for a whole day because I was pissed with the boys who were looking at me. I rolled my eyes heavenward when I realized that the couple in front of me is already taking too long. I walked closer to them and by the sound of it, it seems like the girl hasn’t made up her mind yet about what she likes to eat while the guy with her looks like a gangster because he’s wearing all-black clothes, keeps telling her to try he chicken joy. The fuck! Who actually doesn’t like chicken joy?! And the weird thing is, the guy’s

Instead of going home she decided to go to a bar and drink all her sorrows away. At the club, She completely lost all composure. She took one shot of tequila after another as the thought of her selfish father popped up. She felt so much remorse and hate. She continued to take more shots as she nodded her head following the beat of the music playing in the background. She got very drunk such that she couldn't do anything other than lay her head down on the table "Ms Benson, are you alright", asked Ashley as she rushed to check if Joy was ok.

I smile at them like a sly fox, and like a wild woman I boldly say, “I met a hot guy in Key Largo, hot, smart, and damn kind.” And I gently put the picture on the table, and K can’t really believe what she’s saying. “Fuck off!” is what she says to me, while Nikolai quietly looks at me.

"Protocol: Fire and Air." Alex lights a candle. It’s black wax. Heavy scent of sandalwood and burning wick. He holds it over my chest. Drip. A drop of molten wax hits my left breast. "Ah!" I scream, twisting in the ropes. The burn is sharp, immediate. "Data point one encoded," Echo says. Alex doesn't soothe me. He picks up a feather. A long, black ostrich plume. He runs it over the burn. The sensation is maddening. The extreme sensitivity of the burned skin clashing with the whisper-soft touch of the feather. It sends a shiver through my entire body that feels like lightning.

her words laced with anger and sorrow, burning and breaking all at once. I stared at her, stunned. My mind was a battlefield of confusion and rage. Questions screamed in my head, loud and relentless. I didn't move, but my body felt like it was being pulled apart. Keli was already at our heels as we broke into a run. We sprinted down a dim corridor of bare concrete, its walls lined with rusted pipes and broken lights that flickered like dying stars. The place smelled of mold, oil, and something metallic—blood, perhaps.

I can feel every hair on my body standing. I try to push him, but instead my body leans in as if an invisible string is pulling me to him, and my sigil burns in response to the kiss. I close my eyes and kiss him with the same energy, forgetting I'm in a weird academy with no way home. I had no idea kissing could feel this good. My head is spinning, my knees are weak, and the kiss burns its way down to my waist and fingers. I fling my hands, but it's still burning...like. "Fire!" My eyes fly open, and the surrounding things are burning.