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I feel my insides go on fire as soon as we lock eyes “How on earth? I don’t even have your number” Levi starts his evil laugh under his breath as Grace look at him seemingly for an explanation. “I may have written down Max’s number instead of mine” Shes looks between the two of us again and my hands fly up in defence. I am not going down for Levi’s sly trick. I mean as grateful as I am to of found out her name and get her number this was all on him.

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

The flaming pillar was just meters away from her. Amaya, Dagen, Rina, and Remus all picked up a dagger and cut their palms. Their dragon blood dripped into the lava as they shifted and followed Eros to the sky. “I’ll be right down.” Thorn kissed Leila’s forehead. Then, he did exactly the same as the others. His beastly muscles and rocky scales burst out of his leather clothes, which ripped apart and fell to the ground. A wind was forming underneath his strong wings. He soared straight up into the clouds with an unwavering determination.

Our love is a flame that can never be extinguished, consuming us both in its passionate embrace. Henry turns my body, placing me on his lap, his hands exploring every inch of my skin as he whispers sweet nothings in my ear. I move my hands down his back, feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch, and pull him closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us. My fingers graze his hard nipples, sending shivers down his spine as he lets out a low groan of pleasure. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, lost in the intoxicating dance of love and desire.

I said and shook my head before I continue to eat the food in front of me. "You sure?" He asked and raised his brow at me but I just nodded as a response. Flame just has this mood that you can always see that he is a good friend. He never asked for more. He's that good. I met so many guys after Cosmos disappeared but Flame is just so different. Usually, I won't last having a guy friend because I know that being friends with a guy without him confessing his love for me isn't possible. It always happens but for Flame, he never asked for more.

I loved this girl and our flame glowed bright. Look out for The Beta and The Mafia Princess to find out how Jame's love story unfolds.

he asked, his voice a little softer, though still with that professional tone that never quite seemed to leave him. I nodded, realizing I might as well share what I knew. “Yes, the Midnight Flame is often used in special bouquets, mostly for anniversaries or significant celebrations. But in the language of flowers, it carries a deeper meaning.” I shifted on my feet, feeling more at ease now that I was talking about something I loved. “The Midnight Flame tulip symbolizes love, but not just any kind of love. It represents a fierce, passionate love, the kind that burns brightly but is also complex and full of contradictions.” I paused, thinking about how much that description resonated with me.

I said, "remains mine to know for now. What matters is this… our foothold inside that palace remains entirely intact, regardless of Wren's necessary sacrifice. Every conversation held within those walls, every grieving embrace, every desperate declaration of love and loyalty currently binding those three men together more tightly than ever before all of it continues feeding exactly what we need, whether they realize it or not." "And when the Flame finally wakes fully?" I smiled, slow and terrible, watching lightning fracture the sky one final time before the storm below began, gradually, to still. "Then love will have finished exactly what death alone could never accomplish," I said quietly.

she hugged me and went off to help someone else. Once she’s far enough away I hold the clam to my ear hearing the words in my mind. “Twin flames is an intense connection; best described as one soul that has split into two bodies. The two souls often mirror each other, bringing the best and the worst of each other.” Is it possible Rod and I shared the same soul? That would explain why the potion didn’t work. You can’t separate from your own soul. I place the clam back on the shelf , I’ve had enough reading for one morning.

He must be the type of men that always lured ladies into their blindfolded trap and only dump them at the peak of love. In the end the women would lose because they would be heartbroken for days and nursing wounds caused by the unfinished love. But for such men it was often a game that they perfected most. The more the women felt more wounded the more these men's excitement went high. It was their glorious moment of conqueror. The moment their victim bled with broken love, they would be on another victims showering them with flowery love languages that their lips could utter. That is the real game of love.