Flames The Game Novels & Stories

“Wrong feels too damn good with you. I don’t care about the rules when I’m buried so deep inside this perfect, tight pussy.” She sat up straighter, riding him with long, powerful strokes. The thick drag and stretch of his cock against her inner walls sent constant jolts of pleasure through her entire body. The wooden seat creaked rhythmically beneath their combined weight. “I can’t stop thinking about you either,” she admitted breathlessly, grinding harder against him. “Even though I know this could completely destroy my whole life and career.” Marcus groaned loudly, thrusting up harder. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside her, the heat and pressure building intensely. “Then let’s burn toget

The call came in at 2:14 a.m., structure fire, single-family residence, 1427 Maple Drive. Flames already showing from the second-floor windows when Engine 19 rolled up. Smoke poured thick and black into the night sky over the quiet suburb. Neighbors stood on lawns in pajamas, phones out, recording.

"These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie." When I saw how happy Mom looked, I regretted not bringing her home earlier. She'd been subjected to insults and mockery with Dad, but at home, she was Grandpa and Grandma's pride and joy. We had a lively meal. Uncle Brad turned on the TV to watch the news. Just then, a breaking news report came on. "A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire."

He turned to look at Scarlett as he spoke. Scarlett was blushing from embarrassment. Zeke, on the other hand, looked like he was growing incredibly anxious. All of a sudden, I received a message from the man himself. "Did you see the video, Joanna? They're just messing around. It was supposed to be a joke. Please don't get mad, okay?" Zeke said in his text message. "I did. It's okay. It's just a joke. I won't get mad over it," I replied.

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."

Her bodyguards swarmed me, a flurry of fists and boots coming at me from all sides. I fought back with all my might, but against those muscular men, I was overwhelmed and forced to the ground. I curled up, doing my best to shield myself. Nicole let out a piercing scream and threw herself over me, her small body trying to fend off the blows meant for me. I called out to her weakly, unable to push her away. Desperate, I managed to roll over, pulling Nicole underneath me to protect her. I barely cracked my eyes open, squinting at Simon a short distance away.

And there it was. The slap. The spit in my face. She was taunting me. Mocking me with her new ring, that stupid dress, that smug little smirk like I hadn’t touched every inch of her less than twenty hours ago. She wanted a game? Fine. We’d play. But she forgot one thing, I never lose. Ever. We stared at each other in silence. Not like strangers. Rather like ex-lovers at war. I tried to keep my breathing steady. To remember who she was now. My father’s wife. That should have been enough to make me walk away.

I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head as I sprawled back on my bed. She thought she had won. Thought she could shake me. Cute. I ran a hand through my damp hair, still smirking to myself. Laura had always had fire in her, but this? This was different. This was a woman who was ready to play the game. And I fucking loved the game. I reached for my phone and dialed Dylan. He picked up on the second ring, his voice gruff with sleep. "Boss?" “We’re going underground,” I said simply.

She would have been like Ryan Reynolds, finishing a project and jumping into the next as if it was nothing. I chuckled, she was such a drama queen. “ You like him don’t you,” she said raising her eyebrows and giving me a wink. I playfully pushed her as I looked away as quickly as I could trying to make sure that she’d didn’t see me blush. I couldn’t help it, my cheekbones were already raised up and bloated from my blushing and I could just imagine how red my cheeks were as I felt the heat and pain from blushing so much. I felt like a little girl who couldn’t help but smile and blush when she heard or saw the boy she had a crush on. “No, I don’t, he’s just being nice and he’s only taking me o

Ah he’s burning… “F*ck! He’s burning!” Byul panicked and dragged the Duke towards the shade as he tried to blow away the smoke. Hassan only look at him in silence as he look into his body filled with smoke. “….?” Byul anxiously fan him as he tried to shield him from the sun. How could he f*cking forget?! Jiangshi don’t walk under the sun! My puppet’s gonna die! Oh he’s already dead. No! my puppet will disappear!