Flames For Love Novels & Stories

HEER "I don't know what love is but what has happened to me, I swear I won't be able to live without you." God, if this is love then I would like that love should never happen to anyone. If it is really so painful, then I ask why these moths of flame give themselves pleasure in pain like this. Love is really like a burning flame that keeps wandering moths around itself. Get restless and burn in sorrow. I don't know why they let themselves feel this.

And when I sink into her wet heat, fireworks go off behind my eyes. And they keep going off. I scythe in and out of her, every thrust a life-changing indulgence, every kiss a new promise. Mine, the monster roars. Mine, only mine. Mine forever. And Tom’s in here somewhere still, knowing it’s not right, but I can’t stop the wolf. He gets what he wants, and he wants Jasmine. She has no chance in hell of not being claimed tonight. Mine, mine, mine.

I couldn’t kill Eagle, for his sake. “My, my; you are full of conflicting thoughts” Flame breathed, releasing my face, but grinding his boot into my tail “first, you want to kill Stripes, but now you don’t. You wanted to murder Eagle in the worst way possible, but now you can’t bear to do it because of someone else. You rescue and love me, but then you dump me the moment I am not of use to you. You came here as Moon, but now you only answer to Omen. Well, I can change all of that. All we need to do is remove the tail.” A yelp escaped my lips as Flame put all of his weight onto my tail. I could feel his boot crushing the individual bones into the gravel underneath, spearing through my soft sk

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“Merge with me, True Flames, and reveal the power of Brimstone.” “Combination Technique: Brimstone of True Flames” *SCREEE*

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

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."

The god lifted its hand to strike and I lifted mine, open-palmed. “I don’t yield,” I said. “I give.” Light exploded between us. The god froze__So did everyone. Then a deep wind swept across the field, howling through trees and bones. And I saw—the memories of wolves long gone. Luna of the Nightfangs. The first Flamebearer. My own mother, standing beside my father, her hands glowing gold. They had all given their flame. Not for power but for love. The god stepped back, its hand trembled. The stars in its eyes dimmed.

A flicker passed through the air. Not shock. Not fear. Understanding. “There are no divisions.” “No structure.” “No protection.” The ground beneath them trembled slightly. “The last one standing will be the victor.” Another pause. “And the victor will be granted one wish.” Silence returned. Heavy. Absolute. Then one final word. “Begin.” Everything shattered. Power erupted in every direction at once. The ground split apart as one of the devils launched forward instantly, striking toward the nearest angel with explosive force. Light clashed against darkness, sending a shockwave through the battlefield that fractured the floating terrain even further.

My hands shook as I opened it. *Josh,* *I don’t even know what to call you anymore. The man I loved? That person never existed, did he? He was just a character you played. A role you performed for money.* *I heard everything. Every word. You and Robert planned this from the beginning. You approached me at that bar on purpose. You made me fall in love with you as part of some sick revenge scheme. Everything we had, everything I thought was real, was just you following instructions.* *Was any of it true? Did you ever actually love me? Or was I just a job? A way to earn ownership of a company?*