Novel & Cerita Fire And Ice Sorry

Burn in hell. Time to have a bonfire... of my feelings. I pour the gasoline over the cursed pictures, my fingers itching to ignite the inferno that will consume these poisonous memories. I spark the match, and the pictures go up in flames... Bye, Felicia... “Everyone makes mistakes. But not listening to Andrei? That was a big one.”

The fire was extremely strong. It was impossible not to be angry. Alas, he was a customer and the father of the funder, so she should support him, but she couldn't help it. She was a little afraid that he would insult her again. After all, she didn’t have the right intentions. As a result... "I'm sorry, I went too far just now...I didn't expect to hurt you like this..." What a surprise. Proud Billionaire Ice Wolf apologized. His voice was low and muffled, but his attitude was very sincere.

You thought you could erase me? Watch me etch my name in every breath you take. I am not soft. I am not sweet. I am not yours. I am fire. And fire never begs to be seen.

“You’re playing with fire.” “Burn me.”

By the big fire, the elders shared tales of Flame-Lore. Raea, the Fire Seer, spoke softly: “Long ago, a kingdom of ice-weavers rose in the north. Their walls grew higher, their hearts turned cold. We came and burned the walls, and provided warmth, heat. The fire we sparked cleansed, not consumed.” Naia, seated near the waterfall mosaic, tapped her chalice and added, “And water soothed their wounds.” Aglaya leaned in. “Thalia: Fire is not anger. It is light. Let it reveal what hides in shadows.”

"It's okay, it's okay." She curled into him, convulsing with sobs. "Simon, it hurts so much… I never meant to replace Ivina… Why would she betray you just to put on this act and hurt me?" After saying that, she passed out immediately. I lay on the deck hacking, my ears ringing. Simon held Giara in his arms and stepped over the blood toward me. He muttered something under his breath, but I couldn't hear a word. All I could see was the fury in his eyes.

Breathing was heavier. I looked at Iris. Really looked at her. No rivalry in her eyes now. No politics. Just devastation. “im sorry ” I managed to whisper. Her expression shattered completely. “dont….” The pain intensified. Not sharp anymore. Distant. Spreading outward like cold. The moon above blurred into silver streaks. “I’m sorry,” I breathed. For all of it. For being weak. For being jealous. For letting someone twist my hurt into hatred. For almost losing them both.

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

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Eventually the pain receded completely leaving only a slight ache and I wiggled against him, testing the feeling and wincing slightly at the slight sting but the groan that left Tristan’s lips had me wanting to do it again and again. Steeling myself against the sting I knew I would feel I wiggled again but this time the pain was less, so I tried it again. “Cali, you’re killing me here baby.” Tristan uttered through clenched teeth, and now it was my turn to smile, the knowledge that I was driving him this crazy was oddly satisfying. “I need to move, I’ll be careful, okay?” He asked his expression full of love as he continued stroking my face, and it was then that I noticed the ice on his fing