Flame Lover Novels & Stories

Flaming and pouring. Jeremy burns with desire to give Serin a very special gift of intimacy she won't ever forget. Romantic, full of passion, unforgettable. He rose up after tasting her appetizing pussy then positioned himself on top of her. Caressing her seductive nakedness, he started kissing her neck again. Serin nailed her fingers on his broad shoulders down to his maculine chests. Their hot bodies rubbed, making them fall into a more thrilling excitement. Jeremy couldn't stop savoring her flesh, her sexiness was just so addicting. His kisses got wild and steamy. Her touches became pleasurably sensual. The night deeply crawls with blazing romance that sets the room on fire. Jeremy, as he

' Flame asked. 'What do you mean?' he asked his wolf. 'Don't you mean that you would be devastated if Alexa were killed?' Flame said. 'I have to keep her safe and the only way to do that is to marry Erica no matter how much I hate that', he said, with resignation. 'and ensure Alexa does not come near us anymore!' he added, wistfully. 'That will be hard because I really like Lexa!' Flame said. 'Lexa?' Hector frowned, puzzled.

But before they could even approach us, I set a large fire around us. "Fhyra! What are you doing?! Argh!" Cool said and grunted when he got burned when he grabbed and touch my shoulders. "Don't touch me! You'll get burned!" I yelled at him. The guards were trying to extinguish the fire I made. But they can't. Although all Flamias had the ability to control fire, a normal flamia like them can't compare to the royal blood's abilities. Not to mention that I made these fire barriers with rage.

“E L A R A.” She paused, staring at the page. “FLAMES,” she said, as if reminding herself. “It stands for Friends, Lovers, Admirers, Marriage, Enemies, and Secret lovers.” Secret lovers. My throat tightened. “It is a game I played in high school,” she added. High school. I did not understand half the things she said sometimes, but I found myself listening anyway. Watching her face as she concentrated. Watching the way her brows furrowed slightly. “So we cancel out the letters in our names,” she explained, “and count what remains. Then we count through FLAMES, and whatever it lands on becomes our relationship.”

Loki wants me to be fire without mercy. Erik wants me to be fire without fallout. But me?I want to be the flame that chooses what it burns.

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...

“You’re stronger than this. You’re the daughter of Elspeth, a warrior of light. You can break free from her grasp.” Ambrosia’s laughter echoed through the room, sharp and mocking. “Oh, how poetic, Flameheart. But the truth is, she will never remember you. I will ensure it. Her beauty will remain mine, and she won’t even know what she’s lost.” Flameheart felt a surge of anger, the darkness within him clawing to the surface. It was a battle between his love for Athena and the beast that lurked just beneath his skin. “I will get you back, Athena,” he vowed, determination igniting a fire within him. “I promise.”

Her mind is warning her, but her body is giving in to him. A fire rose in her, and their tongues danced in unison. He is punishing her with his rude lip kiss. She is trying to get a hold, but he is Mr. Ishan Rudra Chauhan. He will take what he wants. Their breaths became heavy, and a steamy passion ignited between them. The kiss becomes erotic, and his eyes now showed lust for her. His fierce desire flaunted her that he wanted to swallow her and make her soul and body his.

Callie angled herself better, squinting to read the message more clearly. It said: 'The flame will destroy the one she loves.' Callie's brows raised in confusion. She read it again, slower this time, wondering why anyone would write something so ominous in the middle of this peaceful garden. It didn't make sense. She turned, opening her mouth to call Damon's attention to the weird message. But the flowers in her hand suddenly burst into flames. Callie screamed and threw them down immediately, watching in horror as the bouquet hit the ground. But instead of going out, the fire spread-- fast and unnatural, racing across the grass like it had a mind of its own.

My hands shook a little as I placed the ring on his finger. "Now to share the flame." Stoic continued, but I had no idea what he was talking about. Stoic looked at Nate, and Nate gave him a nod. A permission to do something. I watched intently as Stoic placed his hand on Nate's chest and pulled out a purple flame from him. I had never seen such a thing. "This flame represents love, passion, life, and commitment. Now they will be tied, sharing everything in life." Stoic split the flame in two; they were much smaller apart than together. Stoic then shoved one half of the flame in Nate and the other in myself. I felt odd for a moment, just for one moment.