First Burn Lyrics Novels & Stories

When it's this good, there's no saying no I want you so, I'm ready to go Through the fire To the limit, to the wall For a chance to be with you I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire Through whatever, come what may For a chance at loving you I'd take it all the way Right down to the wire Even through the fire I was relieved because I sang so well and I wondered why the others stood so quietly. While the boss was staring at me and I was free to see him and I can say that he is good-looking. I know you're afraid of what you feel You still need time to heal And I can help if you'll only let me try

“Sometimes I’m afraid I’ll burn everything down. You. Us. This… whatever fragile thing we’ve built.” Aiden shook his head, a faint smile ghosting over his lips. “You’re fire, yes. But fire doesn’t only destroy—it gives light, warmth, life. You’ve saved me more times than you know.” He leaned in, his lips brushing hers with the gentleness of a vow. “If you burn, then I’ll burn with you.”

My reflection looked like a stranger's eyes faded, lips pressed tight. And then, almost without noticing, I whispered to the glass, to the city, to myself: “Just one night of freedom. That’s all I need.” As the city lights shimmered, a dangerous thought took root in Ava’s heartone that would fire everything that followed. *One night to run, one night to burn.*

The next morning, I sent a message in the family group chat. "Good morning, everyone! Ian has decided to run his business with his girlfriend, so he will no longer be working with me. Thus, I'll be opening a separate branch. You're welcome to visit the new branch for a free tasting when it opens!" I sent this message to explain why I was opening a new branch and to inform everyone about Ian and Louisa's plans. I had to do this because if things went south with Ian later, he might turn on me. He could claim that I had made it big and didn't want to take him along—then I would be the one facing the backlash.

I clenched my jaws in anger, and this time, with my eyes opened, I repeated it. “Fire, Fire, answer my every call, You burn till' I please, Mote It Be!" After the fifth time, I expected a change, but the fire remained the way I had left it. I grew very angry, thinking about how I’d fail my own family if I didn’t do what I had to. “Fire! Fire! Answer my every call! You burn till I please! Mote It Be!” I groaned, my eyes locked on the lit flame.

It was now or never and the only way to find out. "I love you too," I closed my eyes and waited for the burn searing in my tattoo. There, a slight burn, quite faint but it ended all too quickly, seared on my left chest. Was that a bad sign or a good sign? I casted my eyes downward to my left chest, to where my tattoo was. I checked surreptitiously to see if it glowed and thankfully, my button up shirt was three buttons undone so my chest was still visible. I frowned when it flickered weakly, like a busted light bulb. Was that supposed to happen? Was that supposed to glow like that? Did the curse break that confession?

And the things I was willing to do to make that happen? They might ruin us both—and I’d burn happily for it.

I pulled my mother behind me and ran for the estate gates. Inside the Ashford Estate, screams mixed with wolf howls as chaos erupted. The Thorncrown elders summoned every available warrior. It took the entire pack to bring the berserk Declan under control. Victoria had gone mad. She kneeled on the floor, scooping up bloody scraps of flesh into her arms. Like a lunatic, she laughed and muttered, "Mother… I'll put you back together…" Her voice turned sing-song. "Then you will live again. You will live again."

"You sang to me while I was still in the egg. You were totally off-key. When I heard Raven sing, I knew right away she wasn't the real one. She sings too well. "After I realized that, I thought about sneaking off to find you and trading places with Snowviper, but then the heatwave apocalypse hit. I figured with his cooling powers, you might actually be happy with him. I never thought he'd treat you like that." I froze, embarrassed that he could hear me singing even before he hatched. Then the reality of it all sank in again—we were either going to drown or roast alive. I sighed. "I can't believe it. Even with a second chance at life, I still can't escape the same fate."

Most times, listening to themselves gives them the inspiration to carry on with the feelings. "I would rather become your songs, to have you sing me at all time. The thought of you makes me imagine a whole lot. I wonder how pretty you would look without clothes, just the beauty I'm beholding each time I see you gives me that thought"..... Bruno paused and continued, "I couldn't keep my eyes off your body, I was wondering if you were made in a different day, or maybe you were just sent down from heaven as an earthly angel from heaven".