Fire And Ice Victoria Paige Novels & Stories

"Just... some memories resurfacing." Zayn's concern deepened, and he couldn't shake the feeling that Viggo was holding something back. "Memories of what, if you don't mind me asking?" Viggo paused for a moment, as if debating whether to share. Then he met Zayn's gaze, his eyes holding a mixture of vulnerability and honesty. "Fire," he admitted softly. "I've had my fair share of experiences with it." Zayn's eyes widened as he made the connection. "You mean... PTSD?"

“Let’s just say you were right about one thing. I have been in love with him since we were children and once I put an end to his curse, he will choose me and we will be together forever” She sounded like a lovestruck teenager, but I wondered how much Daryl knew of her plans. I had over heard him with Amber but it didn’t seem like he loved Paige back. Paige continues to laugh as the charge around me becomes stronger until the blue light surrounding my body suddenly shoots up my nose, making its way inside me, the electrical fire inside taking over every inch of my body until I felt completely powerless and it brings me to my knees, gasping for breath WE ARE ONE

"I came because I need to understand. I need to know why you hate me so much when the fire that hurt you was set by my uncle." Victoria laughed harshly. "Is that what you think? That I blame you for the fire itself?" "Don't you?" Victoria stepped fully into the dim light. For the first time, Eva saw her face clearly, without disguise. Eva couldn't stop her sharp intake of breath. Victoria's left side bore the unmistakable map of severe burn damage. Skin pulled tight in some places, puckered in others. Her left eye drooped where the scarring had damaged the muscle. "Look closely," Victoria said intensely. "This is what I see every morning in the mirror. This is what children stare at on the s

Her head fell back in a gesture of abandonment, and she yielded herself up to him completely, without reservation. Warmth began to spread through her, a slow burn that made her fingers tingle and toes curl. She could feel the heat travel down her spine, to the tips of her fingers and toes. And without another thought, Doris leaned forward, her fingers eager to touch, to explore the expanse of skin stretched out before her. It was like a spark had been lit within her, and she couldn't help but let it burn.

And she did the thing only she could do, she let her ice come. And to our surprise, her ice combined with mine. Instead of killing the fire I created, Lylia’s ice shielded it so that it wouldn’t stop burning. We stayed like that for a long time, and I could see that Lylia was slowly getting tired. I looked at Viktor, who just gave me a nod, telling me it was okay to stop. But right before we could, my mother’s hand twitched. I felt it before I saw it. A small tightening of fingers under Lylia’s small fingers, the way a sleeping person’s hand closes when a dream pulls them.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Six — “What the Fire Left Behind” The door clicked shut, and Evelyn stood frozen on the other side, her hand still gripping the handle like it might turn back time. Her breath left in shallow bursts, eyes stinging as the weight of what she'd just done pressed down on her chest. She hadn’t just shut him out. She had carved a line in fire between them—and for once, it didn’t make her feel powerful.

Vanilla was one of my favourite scents and I could not help but interrupt her turning to try and find the owner of that scent. My mystery guy had moved from the stairs so I could not see him anymore. Without putting too much more attention on him I really wanted to find the owner of the pine vanilla scent. The more I smelled it, the more I knew it had to be my mate. As I moved through the crowd the scent got stronger. I gasped as the mystery guy was walking in a direct line toward me with a smile on his face. As he got closer, the pine vanilla smell got stronger. Shelby quickly started yipping Mate! Mate! My excitement started to grow. He came to stand right in front of me smiling and

I was the daughter of a mafia family who refused an arranged match and fled home on my coming-of-age night. Somehow, I ended up working under him. During a firefight, I had barreled into danger and dragged his bleeding, unconscious body out. I had taken five bullets. When I was sewing my wounds, Simon woke. He leaned back against the wall and watched me for a long time. "Ivina," he called out, smiling at me for the first time. "Why did you risk your life? Do you have feelings for me?" I bit down on the bandage as I wrapped my wound, then looked up at him. "You're my boss. Protecting you is my job."

Cat walked in, and the temperature in the room dropped twenty degrees. CATARINA Patrick's eyes widened when he saw me. Good. I moved to stand beside Jameson, my arms crossed, my expression cold. "Hello, Patrick," I said quietly. "Mrs. Connelly. I'm so glad you're alright. When I heard about the poisoning—" "Save it." My voice cut through his stammering. "We know everything." He blinked. "I don't—" "Your daughter Fiona has been plotting against this family for weeks," I said. "She hired a hitman to kill me. When that failed, she orchestrated the poisoning attempt. She's been working to undermine Jameson's leadership and destroy the alliance between the Connellys and Vitales."