Fire Of Passion Novels & Stories

He laughs when he sees the fire in my eyes. “Oh, brother, the look in your eyes tells me you regret what you did, but not me. If given the chance, I will kill them over and over again and make sure they are never reincarnated. That's how much I crave to keep the power all to myself, and you, my brothers, can't stop. No one can stop me.” “You will never get to lay your hands on Ahvi. Not in this lifetime, Leonardo,” Vance grits through his teeth.

he hissed, bending his head closer. "Wrong move," I growled, shooting my hand up to grasp his wrist, channeling intense heat into his bones. "Now!" I yelled at my dad as I dropped the walls, forcing the last of my fire's reserves into the man's bloodstream. I let my own power surge into him at the same time, stealing what remained of his life while the fire literally cooked him from the inside.

Austin and I hadn't talked for days. I hurriedly made my way to the wooden hut. As soon as I opened the door, the familiar figure I'd been yearning for days appeared before me. I heard a loud thump of my heart banging against my ribcage. "I want to claim my prize." Then, Austin closed the distance between us with just one long stride. He held my head in his hands and kissed me deeply. His kisses were hot and passionate. He was as hungry as a wolf that had been starving for days. His eyes were like a whirlpool oozing with honey as they drew me into the vortex.

LOVE IN THE CROSSFIRE Florence A.S Chapter032: Secrets unveiled. Tensions are beginning to rise between Mr. Rodrigo and Spencer, as Spencer breaks the marriage between Kara and himself. In a short while, the news was all over New York City. Kara has refused to talk to anyone or see anyone for weeks as she was heartbroken and trying to heal.

My chest caved like a fist crushing bone. I gripped the wheel of my desk so tight I thought it would break. My knuckles split, blood smeared, but I couldn’t feel it. I couldn’t feel nothing but fire crawling through my veins, fire that screamed her name, fire that wanted to burn Rome, burn Valerio, burn Giovanni until nothing but ash. I whispered through my teeth, low and sharp so it cut my tongue: “Burn it all. Burn them all.”

There was a part of me that yearned for the uncomplicated days, the early days of defiance, and raw passion. “I miss the fire,” I confessed, my voice low. The raw, untamed passion that had burned between us from the very beginning. The reckless abandon. “But we still have it, Emmeline. We’ve just… buried it in peace, that’s all.” It was there, beneath the calm, beneath the responsibilities. It just wasn’t raging, consuming us anymore. It had become a steady, powerful ember. She traced a line down my forearm, her finger stopping at one of the deeper scars from the last battle. I felt the light pressure, the phantom ache of the old wound.

I’m hoping that it won’t come to that, but anger is the easiest way to get someone to connect to fire. “Okay, what do I do?” he asks. “Do you trust me?” I ask him. “Absolutely,” he says, not hesitating a moment. I smile. "Close your eyes." He immediately closes his eyes. I’m hoping passion is the way to get him to connect. It's another great way to connect to fire, so I start there. I pull an image of him and me in my mind. As I walk toward him, I begin to slowly unbutton my shirt, letting it drop to the ground.

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

I trembled and glared at her. During the first four tries, I had gone into the operating room full of hope, only to be told that the match failed. I coughed up blood every night, and I lost large clumps of hair. I only thought that I was unlucky, but this was all because Seth and Julius wanted to take revenge for Jody. Hate burned in my heart. Out of nowhere, I gained strength and lunged at Jody like a mad woman to grab her neck. “Die!” Jody was not expecting me to suddenly attack her, and she fell on the floor. “Help! Elena lost her mind! Julius, Seth, help me!”

Catherine was beyond angry now, and yet her fire was the most glamorous weapon of them all. It flickers with all its honor; maybe that was why she was so delighted with it? The passion along with the welcoming feel of it bestows, but as she approached it deep inside her, it snarls and bites. Everyone she loves could be gone in minutes, because of single mischief. That was why the fire inside her fought for freedom. So warm, so wonderful, so welcoming. The compassionate perfection of fire.