Flame Flower Novels & Stories

Then he shouted, “Sir!” Our boss glared at our new employee who was running towards us. Damiel showed the flower he’s holding. It is a beautiful pink flower that you can only see in the mountains. “Guys, look at this, I found a flower,” Damiel shared. “What is this flower’s name again?” “Lilium cobra,” I said. “Ahhh, right, Lilium Cobra. It is so rare to find this nowadays.” Real reason why we hike together just like this is for us to have a chance to know each other more.

" I forced myself to look away from her breathtaking body and focus on the hand she had outstretched to me and then raised my eyes to meet her gaze, which held no trace of her smile. Her eyes tell a tale opposite the proper, posh princess she was trying to portray. Her eyes, a beautiful shade of emerald with brown honey flakes, told the truth. They radiated hatred, anger, and anguish. They showed shimmers of the need for an adventure, the hope for a new beginning, and when my gaze fully met hers, they showed a flicker of desire, of want. They lit a flame deep within me, an inferno that only she would be able to extinguish if I let her close enough. "Hades," I reply, ignoring her outstretched

Lexie's POV A week later, Daniella was gone. I didn't hold a funeral for her according to her will. Instead, I buried her in the place she had chosen before she passed. There was a lake in front of it, where the sunset could be seen. In the spring, tiny blue and pink flowers would bloom. She didn't suffer much when she died. I cried as I kept telling her I was sorry, but she just smiled and said, "I've already forgiven you."

I bring them to his lips, and she watches with anticipation as I lick one finger and shudders. "You're fucking incredible... Your taste... You're fucking sweet," I make eye contact with her and very slowly slide my fingers into my mouth and suck on them, letting out this moan that sends fire straight to her eyes. I'm suddenly on top of her again. My tongue slipping into her mouth. I know she can taste herself. My kiss is filled with passion and lust.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

Camp Atlantis had done great work in inculcating new principles and responsibilities in our lives. I was enjoying the morning view in the garden with my mug of tea. I loved to see the mist on flowers and leaves. Watching the water droplets doing their best to survive refreshes, my soul. It was my involuntary reflection that turned me back with the sounds of the steps. I was surprised to see Zayn standing right behind me. "Umm..., Good morning Zayn" I did my best to act normal. I still hated the idea that we were not friends. But my instincts said that I should not meddle with this person.

Amira didn’t answer. She climbed into her car, slamming the door shut. The engine roared to life, and without another word, she sped off, leaving Aiden standing on the curb, his hands clenched into fists. Behind him, Michael chuckled. “Now get ready for plan B. Kneel before her for apology ” Aiden shot him a glare before storming to his own car, determined to fix the mess he had made. Amira reached her apartment, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She unlocked the door and stepped inside, only to freeze in her tracks. The living room was filled with flowers—roses, lilies, and her favorite orchids, their vibrant colors filling the space with life.

“You are the most infuriating man I’ve ever met.” “And yet,” he murmured, stepping even closer, “you still haven’t set me on fire.” “You want me to try?” “I dare you, Flame.” Before I could snap back, Caelan cleared his throat loudly. “Enough flirting, you two. Ember, breathe. Don’t force it. Let it rise.”

I wondered how it was still so bright when we were so far below the surface, the sun shouldn’t be able to touch any part, yet it was lit up like we were still close to the surface. “It’s called Angel Flame,” Caspian said and pointed down to a weird glowing plant near the bottom of the ocean floor. “It’s a burning coral, with the flame somehow still lit underwater, therefore earning the name Angel Flame. It helps to light the ocean floor naturally without the use of magic.” “Amazing,” I muttered. “I never thought I would have the chance to see something like this. It truly is a wonder to behold.” “I’m glad you think so, sweetheart, it took a lot of womanpower,” I heard a familiar voice call f

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -