Flames Of Ambition Novels & Stories

Let the system squirm. This flame answers to no gatekeeper.

A plethora of sensations accompanied the Flames frantic growth. The first being euphoria....bliss. The Flame came out of him, flooding his system with too much life, a bottomless well that made his entire body vibrate. The second sensation was hatred. Because Brandon knew that the feeling of bliss was a lie. He knew that the Flame demanded blood and carnage...and made him feel good about wanting that by pumping his every nerve ending in sick pleasure.

“You have taken advantage of the trust and loyalty of good-hearted people, all for your own selfish desires. But I will not let you get away with this!” My anger fueled by the need for justice, and my state of vulnerability, over the loss of such loyal friends, struck a strange balance within me. In the midst of the smoke and bloodshed, I saw an opportunity. A chance to right the wrongs, to take back control. With every fiber of my being, I reached deep into my power source. The Sacred Flame began to glow in my hands as a beacon of light, of hope and resilience.

Abby reached out and pointed at Pavan’s chest, her finger pressing lightly against the area where his heartbeat was. “Do you feel that?” she asked. Pavan hesitated but nodded. “That’s your fire. Your spirit. That is what sets you apart. But right now…” Abby’s voice lowered slightly, “you’re letting it dim just because you’ve seen brighter flames.” Pavan’s eyes widened slightly. Abby continued, her voice growing firmer. “Do you know what true warriors do when they see greater flames?” Pavan swallowed. “…What?” “They don’t cower in the shadows. They don’t let their own flames die out. No.” Abby’s eyes burned with intensity as she spoke. “They ignite themselves even more. They let their flames

Flame said and looked at Cisco. She smiled sadly. "This look on your face.. That's what I was so scared of seeing. What now? You're going to hate me just like everyone hates Amour huh? You're gonna judge me too? All my whole life the only thing I was thought was how to kill, how am I supposed to act like all girls do? How am I supposed to love you like other girls will do when I don't even know how to love myself" Flame spoke as tears poured down her cheek. "How-"

You can call it toxic but this is what it is. Aarhan is cunning and selfish and obviously uncontrollable like Flames no one can do anything against him or control him just like any other Sheerazi men. The story still has few revelations left so yeah do not stop reading yet. And a few twists as well. Next update when I will be done writing the chapter Stay tuned to know what is going to happen Do Share your thoughts on the chapter and leave reviews on the book and vote with gems as well Show others how much you love the book..

He reached out to grab me, but the neighbors stepped in and stopped him. Out of options, he pulled out the bracelet, hoping it would stir something inside me. "Lily, I need to give this back to you." I snatched the bracelet and hurled it to the ground, shattering it. "Simon, everything you give me, even your love, feels so cheap." I sneered at his pale, defeated face. "You can be cheap, but I won't let myself be devalued." He whispered in disbelief, "This can't be... You're not my Lily. Give her back to me."

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.

she said in awe. Cara dropped the black ink and then focused her attention on the book. “It says here that the white fire is called the Mystical flames and that any protector who steps inside it without being worthy will be burnt by it.” “It searches for the one worthy enough to carry the powers it beholds. Many have tried thinking they were worthy but they have all failed and therefore killed.” “What happens when the mystical flames find the worthy one?” Amelia asked curiously. “No one knows as the worthy one has ever been found,” Cara answered. “Everyone that went into the fire died as if they weren’t worthy.”

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