Fire Of Passion Novels & Stories

“You’re dating, in general. You used to teach us how to slit throats in three seconds and now you’re cuddling on a couch.” Ilana snorted. “If you don’t stop discussing my love life,” Vincent began slowly, leaning forward. “I will hurt you, Charlie.” Charlie shuddered, looked at Ilana, then Calix with wide eyes that clearly said ‘this is what I’m talking about.’ Then he leaned towards Ilana and dropped his voice to a whisper. “It’s like watching your father date.” Ilana nodded solemnly. “I know. As I said, gross.” “Can we go back to the man who burned bodies?” Calix asked wearily.

he said finally. I leaned in for a slight ceremonial kiss, my lips had caught onto his, it wasn’t ceremonial, it felt diabolical, in front of all of them, I felt his tongue inside my mouth, his hands at the back of my head, I felt my body spark, his lips being the ignition.

The flickering candlelight carved her into pieces: the defiance in her eyes, the tight set of her jaw, the trembling curve of her fingers where they clutched her gown. She was every contradiction I craved—fire and fear, rage and temptation. “You think you have a choice,” I murmured, my words measured as I stepped closer. Not close enough to touch. Close enough for her to feel the heat I carried, to feel the air thicken between us. “You think you can resist what burns inside you. But fire, Selena…” I leaned slightly, my voice dropping to a whisper that threaded into her pulse, “fire does not ask permission. It consumes. And it always finds its match.”

Even with the flowers and air fresheners in the chapel, sometimes we could feel a waft of air heavy with the smell of burned meat. Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about the fire. It was stronger than reason. A masochistic need to torture myself. The worst physical pain Iris had ever faced was when Sara, her best friend, shut the car door and crushed her hand, breaking four of her fingers all at once. The pain was so intense that my sister peed herself in front of everyone. The urine ran down her pencil skirt while she screamed in agony. I remember how she looked at Sara—the one we’d known since childhood, the one who did Iris's homework, who spent hours at our house, who rolled out a red car

“Why me?” “I don’t know,” the woman said truthfully. “But I know what it means. The fire doesn’t awaken without purpose. And it doesn’t choose without price.” Aiden moved beside her, steady as always. “Can you help her?” “I can show her pieces,” the woman said. “Glimpses. But she must walk the path herself. The flame will burn brighter the more she accepts it. And the more she denies it…” Her voice softened. “The more it will consume her.”

Jasper's restraint crumbled as he felt her passion, and he tightened his arms around her, kissing her even more fiercely. Her breath turned even more rushed, and the air in the room heated up. Perhaps he was just that obsessed or just that experienced in 'attritional warfare', as he easily triggered the passion in her. It was just like a land covered in dried grass, and a single spark could ignite the entire field into an inferno. There was no telling how long had passed as Renee lay in the burning room, her hair spread over the sheets, sweat covering her skin. Her mind was blank as if she was in a void, and the unfillable chasm was driving her mad.

His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched. The force of the kiss swept me off my feet, leaving my body weak and trembling. Still, there was no denying it was effective. The burning heat inside me eased considerably beneath his fierce passion. Like a drowning person clutching a lifeline, I refused to let go of Tucker. Instinctively, my hands found his shoulders. I held on awkwardly, desperate to keep up with him. I eventually lost all sense of time. As the kiss broke, I collapsed against him, struggling to catch my breath. My misty eyes and flushed cheeks lent me an unexpected allure.

That money was a life-saving fund I had left for my mother’s treatment. Dizzy and near death, darkness crept into the edges of my vision. However, the thought that they would never spare my frail mother once I was gone ignited a surge of desperate, furious strength through my body. ‘Mandy, you and Thomas thought you could use my life to secure your promotion? ‘Then I’ll send you straight to hell to earn it!’ “Boom!” I slammed the scorching gas pedal to the floor with every ounce of strength I had. The burning car shot forward under the cameras, dragging a trail of fire across the feed.

The smell of burnt pine is making it hard to breathe. Panic is setting in as I realize I have no way to put the fire out. Anytime trouble starts I have a hard time focusing and I can’t think, like right now. Come on Clara you have to do something. I look around me, I can feel my heart racing faster than the speed of light. I can barely see through the sweat dripping in my eyes, I spit my gardenhose in the lake -I can use that to put to try putting out the fire.