Flames Love Novelas e Histórias

The flames from the villa danced in her eyes. She whispered — to herself, to the ghosts, to the storm: “Then let love burn.” And she pressed it. The world exploded in fire and silence.

There's no in-between. The first part is out for now. I asked Flame to stay on standby—an option he wasn't thrilled about since the lack of action bores him. That makes two of us. Flame and I are the types who will only accept a mission if we deem it exciting enough. The adrenaline wave is our bitch, and we ride it every chance we get. Now, the only one I want to ride me is Rose. I like how adorable she looks when she thinks she has the upper hand before I flip her onto her back and tease her while—

This flame ranked seventh on the list, and everyone yearned for it. The Smith Guild was very proud of this flame, and any weapons forged by this flame were even more powerful than usual. This made the flame more famous. Delia recognized Philip’s flame as the number one divine fire, Frosty Flame! What kind of person could possess that terrifying flame? As far as Delia knew, only three people in the world had obtained the flames on the ranking list. The other two were ranked below her. She found it unbelievable to see the number one divine fire today.

The Eternal Flame had become the heartbeat of all things. The Song resonated with perfect, unending rapture, its melody woven from the wet slap of bodies, the cries of climax, and the deep, satisfied moans of countless joined souls. Forty thousand years after the first spark defied destruction, love and raw desire ruled supreme.

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.

She turned back to me, her lips curling into a bitter, knowing smile, "Old flames have a nasty habit of rekindling, don't they?" I moved closer, my presence towering over her, casting her in my shadow, "Not this one," I said, my voice firm, leaving no room for doubt. My hand came up to cup her cheek, my thumb brushing against the soft skin, "The only flame I want to light, the only one driving me to the brink of insanity, is the one I have with you." Her breath hitched, but she quickly masked it, shaking her head, “I don’t believe you. True love never dies, or so I’ve heard. If you truly loved Emilia as you claim, then it wouldn’t be hard for her to trap you in her web again.”

"Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable." ~Bruce Lee Rogue's POV

I wouldn't attend the company banquet, but I would send someone to publicize all the evidence I had gathered on Frank's infidelity during this time. After making all the arrangements, I arrived at the villa's backyard. I lit a fire there and threw all the photos Frank and I had taken over the years into it—photos we had taken while vacationing at the beach together, photos of us kissing on our wedding day, photos we took to commemorate climbing to the top of a mountain… The photos quickly curled and blackened in the flames. Eventually, they turned to ash and scattered away with the wind. It was just like our marriage, which once seemed unbreakable but was now nothing but lies and betrayal.

Why did I lose my heart to a man who does not even notice that I am a woman and not just a blow up sex doll? "I told you I would go to the doctor myself today, and I will be able to work. You do not have to worry about not being at work," I snap. Damon frowns. He's not used to me talking to him that way, but fuck he has been using me. Like I have been using him to get Mike and Sienna off my case. But there is a difference. I have fallen in love with him, and now I am sitting with a broken heart because I know that he will never love me the way I love him. Damon Winters is heartless. He will never fall in love. I do not believe that he has any feelings. I feel my stomach turn again.

A love that's burning inside of him, the sort that goes for eternity. She's mesmerized by his softness, a yearn developed in her belly. Those words, "I like you too," came to the tip of her mouth as butterflies flew inside her stomach with their proximity but never came out. Tanvi was striving to resist the temptation caused by his charm when he was this close. Her heartbeat increased drastically. A slight movement of her face will brush his stubbled cheek. The thought itself made fire rush up to her cheeks.