Fire Novels Novels & Stories

(My favorite). Red is believed to be the color of love. But it has the intensity to burn. Its flames when roar leaves nothing. They only destroy. But so, does love. This time Hades will burn. Everything. Because if it turns out that the girl, he has been searching for is someone he loves. The fire in his eyes will leave no ashes. Should I let myself get caught in the crossfire?

For some reason, the smoke didn't bother me like it would usually do and even as McKenzie smoked her brown thick sticks ,I found it very alluring rather---yeah maybe the smoke was messing with my head. Speaking of McKenzie, I turned my face to look at her---at some point I had moved to sit between Oliver and Bani on the other couch. My eyes fell on McKenzie's pink lips that wrapped around the cigar and her veiny lower arms as she lit up the cigar with a lighter. For a moment ,all the voices ,laughters and music, everything around me zoned in as my eyes focused on nothing but the woman of my dreams. It was like in slow motion as she inhaled from the stick and Karan said something next to her

Hyena signaled. Five or six glass bottles crashed down. Cracks sounded as high - purity gasoline mixed with the dock's puddles. Then a spark landed. With a huge “boom,” a three - meter - high ring of fire shot up. The heat vaporized the rain into white mist, sealing their only escape route. The firelight lit up Alexander's face. Without hesitation, his left arm shot around Vivienne's waist. He yanked her close. In his right hand was a black Desert Eagle, in his left a seized M4A1 assault rifle. Left and right, they formed a tight defense in the inferno.

– Mina – The city didn’t wait for permission to burn. It answered Frankie’s executions with violence so loud it rattled windows and woke people who didn’t know their lives were already collateral. Smoke rose from Queens before the radios caught up, thick and black, the kind that clings to clothes and lungs long after the flames die.

I try to stay in the locked apartment. I really do. But I didn’t count on seeing the fire from Nicholas’s bedroom window. Smoke fills the sky and below…below is an inferno. I’m way too familiar with the experience of being surrounding by flames. Is that what my two lovers are seeing right now? A wall of fire, the inescapable smell of everything melting and being destroyed?

Can he find true love, or will a spate of arson fires destroy his chances with Tom, the sexy young firefighter? Eric is a fire chief in Mesa, Arizona, where he’s lived all his life. A hunky Norse god-like man, he has finally come out of the closet after twenty years of marriage. Now his wife hates him, his son won’t speak to him, a town crazy wants him fired, and there’s a rash of arson fires destroying some of the beautiful historic homes in the area. To let off steam, he’s been tempted to explore his long-repressed sexuality with his son’s twenty-year-old friend.

He showed me the clips and the magazines and how to load and unload but using guns would always be the very last resort as long as I held his protection and some of Lorenzo's men but even that it was hard to accept. These are the basic skills that I would need to live in their world and to be safe on my own. When I wasn't training and using all my physical abilities to escape someone if it ever happened, I was continuing to follow Alexei across Chicago Via CCTV footage even managing to pick up a timeline of the times he would visit Russia with his son and his men. Not very often. Then I started following the spawn of satan. Or more specifically, I followed Sergei Novikov. My brother.

I scream into the air. "Jessa!" Brixtius's voice is next to me. "Who are you talking to?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I tell him. "Let's go!" Brixtius shouts while pulling me down the street. In the same direction as the crowd. We run for a few minutes, the ash making it hard to breathe. Such deadly snow! The next rumble, I realize it is the end. The pyroclastic cloud that kills all the citizens of Pompeii is coming.

But instead of taking me to the hospital, Tucker drove straight to his apartment. With each moment, my fever spiked, and my condition continued to spiral downward. At last, what little reason I had left crumbled away. I sank into Tucker in the driver's seat, my lips trailing kisses along his neck and just behind his ear. I could feel his Adam's apple bob, his breaths becoming more uneven as the seconds slipped by. Even so, he held his composure, his hands locked around the steering wheel.

- I just finished my homework only to suddenly remember that I have a project with the devil that is due in three days. I refuse to work with her out of school. Who knows what her intentions are. My phone begins to ring from my night table effectively cutting off my thoughts. I reach over and unplug the device before sliding the 'accept' button and waiting for the video chat to connect. As it connects I'm met with the face of Faith. "How did your talk with Aurelia go?" She asks, skipping the greetings "Nice to see you too, Faith" I say with a small laugh as I lean my back against my headboard