Fire Mc Novels & Stories

"the next thing that followed was the sound of the door shutting close Tikka became hypertensive as she ran to the door, trying to bang it open but instead started coughing "F .. fuvk!' the smell of sedative filled the air. She tried keeping her eyes opened but In a matter of seconds She fell unconscious on the floor ***** "W.. what!!!!" Miguel let out a loud scream. The firefighter were turning their hoses trying to bring the ranging fire down "What's happening !?!!'Miguel yelled out. A firefighter came and stood next to him "Sir,we found this on the floor "the man said handing the exact same hairpin he gave to Tikka

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

No mercy. Only fire.

“That adrenaline’s got you all worked up, huh? Pretty little barista getting finger-fucked by the man who just pulled her from a burning building.” I bit my lip hard, trying not to cry out as he curled his fingers inside me, hitting that perfect spot over and over. “We shouldn’t… people are right outside…” “Let them be,” he said, adding a third finger, stretching me. His thumb found my clit and rubbed fast, filthy circles. “You’re safe now. Let me take care of you.” The chaos outside, sirens, radio chatter, people yelling orders, only made it hotter. I was trembling, legs spread wide in the back of the fire truck while this muscular firefighter fingered me roughly under the blanket.

Her face had been marked with red flames, curling over her eyes, her mouth, until she looked like she was burning. Gasps echoed around the room. Damien’s men scrambled, searching for the source of the projection, but Grace couldn’t move. Her body was locked, her heart slamming against her ribs. Another image appeared. This time, it wasn’t Grace. It was Damien. A younger Damien, bloody and bruised, dragging himself out of a burning building. The warehouse fire. The message was clear. The past was coming back. And Marcus was writing Grace into the same flames. “Cut the power!” Damien roared. Within seconds, the projection died, plunging the room into darkness again.

“He’s nice. I don’t hate him.” High praise from you. “He’s not our mate.” We don’t know who our mate is yet. “Exactly. So don’t get attached.” After class, Jason and I walk toward the east wing, still talking about Friday night’s bonfire. “Still down for the bonfire?” he asks. “Absolutely. I need to blow off some steam.” “Same.” I smile, relieved for something normal. Something not tied to destiny or duty or bloody legacy. We stop outside my next class. Jason gives me a lazy salute. “Later, Little Reaper.”

Their face lit up when they saw me, like they had been waiting for my arrival. "Good to have you, man." The guys and I exchanged handshakes. They sat in a lounge around a table filled with drinks of different types, cards, and party cups. I got settled beside Zayn who offered me my first drink. "Thanks," I nodded and accepted it. Part of the happy mood was that we had been selected for the Sandario City Cup, a nationwide event that high schoolers barely made it to. Tim, one of our teammates, stood up. He seemed a bit drunk because he was staggering a bit but also sober enough to say what was on his mind.

💦Flames That Burn Deeper💦 The fire was finally under control when Marco found me again near the fire truck. His uniform was streaked with soot and sweat, the jacket hanging open, revealing the tight black t-shirt clinging to his muscular chest. His hazel eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my knees weak. “You’re still here,” he said, voice low and rough from the smoke. “I couldn’t leave without properly thanking you,” I replied, stepping closer. My thin tank top and shorts were still damp with sweat, my nipples clearly visible through the fabric. I could feel his cum from earlier still leaking down my inner thighs, a dirty secret between us.

But it will never be the same. - Dragons don't have mates, we have firehearts. It works similar to your matebond, but it's different. We have a fog in the heart that is incomplete, and when we find our fireheart, the fires are completed. When a dragon loses its fireheart, it's alone for life. We have no second chances, fireheart and we will never be able to love another person. Many dragons that end up firehertless choose to stay together, but it will always be for sex and children. Their hearts will never burn with love again.

Tres fretted. “Just grab your coat, let’s go!” Tres hurriedly threw his arms into a hoody, muttering, “Okay, okay.” He opened the door and they dashed into the hallway. At the end of the corridor, James could see softly flickering orange lights; the fire was burning somewhere below. He stole a quick glance towards the lounge and saw flames building through the glass door. That end too? In that brief moment of hesitation, he couldn’t help but wonder why the alarms had not gone off yet. He shook it off and turned to Tres. “We need to get as many out as we can, got it?” Tres swallowed back his fear and nodded.