Flames Draw Novels & Stories

DARIUS'S POV. After I spat fire from my mouth, the flames roared through the air like a raging storm, scorching everything in its path. It was one of my secret tactics, something I used only when I had to win, when defeat wasn't an option. The fire cracked, burning the marble walls, forcing Caelum to jump backward with a growl that echoed like thunder. For a moment, I thought I had him cornered. Of course, I know Caelum is very dangerous. My flames swirled around him. But then, his lips curled into a smirk that froze my blood.

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

When I walked out of the doctor's office with my test results, the hospital's advertisement screen played the scene of Brandon proposing to me. Under a dazzling starry sky, deep blue fireworks lit up the night. He wore a white suit and kneeled in a rose garden, opening a box with a diamond ring inside. The scene was so beautiful that it looked like something straight out of a romance drama. I overheard some patients' family members chatting with a nurse. "I'm really so jealous of Ms. Pace. Meeting a man like Mr. Foster is the luck of eight lifetimes."

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.

But to them the word sibling didn't really call out to them. Mury laughed getting closer to Mona. "I remember how we came about the name. So much that it still burns right here" she revealed the scar on her arm. That had been caused by her burning herself as a child. She cried at the time unable to compare the pain to anything else in the world but her two flames had an idea to help her with the pain. "You both came up with it as if it had always in my minds. Flames because they hurt like shit but together they create this magic about them. Like right now we're getting warmed by it but we get close we will get burnt. And we burn for each other like flames. Nothing can put us out. Not

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...

Tanvi got astounded by the red carpet covered with rose petals, and with her every step, the lighting got unveiled, and the area becomes much clearer. There she saw a screen displaying all her images from her childhood to till today, she could not help but dwell in the past, and her eyes became moist with the sudden rush of emotions while her grip on his hand became more firm. Rudra moved aside when she is still in her happy memories with her parents and friends. He slowly appeared in front of her with a fresh red roses bouquet and presented it to her. She is getting too excited about everything he is doing. He gazed at her lovingly and interlocked her hands with his, then sounds of firework

Fire was passion, and its flames flickered like long, lean legs, poking out from beneath the hem of a dress, kicking into the air in an elemental twist. The flames of the pyre rose higher, growing like mountains from stone before me. They twirled, a life’s end into daybreak, and, as my hands came free of the grass, they faded back down into a glowing, soft-edged warmth that encompassed the logs beneath.

Slowly, I tilt my head, my eyes focusing on the strange, beautiful pattern now etched into my skin. It’s not just a faint bruise anymore; it’s something more. The mark has grown bolder, its fiery pattern glowing against my skin. Tendrils of flame, rich and molten gold, curl and intertwine, creating an intricate design that seems to pulse with its own light. I can almost feel the warmth radiating from it, as if my skin had been kissed by fire. The flames seem alive, dancing with a mesmerizing energy that draws me in, making it impossible to look away.