Flames The Game Novels & Stories

“We both know you wouldn’t dare.” “Try me,” she whispered with a wicked smile, then kissed him hard. Their bodies moved with practiced rhythm. This wasn’t love,it was lust, greed, and power games all wrapped into one heated exchange. Clothes flew off. Moans filled the room. And when it was over, they lay there breathless, not from emotion, but from the thrill of getting everything they wanted without consequences. Tamara lit a cigarette, took a drag, and handed it to Rumero. “So what’s next?”

I land my head low as I watch him roll his neck before blowing flames at me and I stand still; the flames wash over me and I pull on the fire before I redirect it back at him with a flap of my wings, hitting him in the chest as he roar in pain as he collapses on the ground with a mighty thud. I shift back and stalk to him. He growls and whines. My flames engulf me, my hair flying around me, my hands out at my sides as I jog before sprinting. Leaping into the air and letting the flames grow in my hands as I slam them down on his back, and he roars, rearing up again before he screams in pain. He shifts back, throwing me off as I roll before standing. “SUBMIT!” I scream at him as he looks down,

For a moment, she considered not answering, but then, she was done hiding from reality. She’d face this head-on. “I hope you liked those flowers I sent,” the caller said. “See how easy it is for me to get you there? It doesn't matter if you have that boy toy following you around. Now, I want my money.” “I want my proof,” Vanessa replied, hoping that she sounded brave enough. “It seems like you might be having trouble coming up with that.”

On its open page, the new script curled upward like smoke. “Before the rise of Flame, three cities must burn. Each a limb. Each a key.” Maera’s breath caught. “Three cities…” She looked up. “That’s tonight, isn’t it?” Ceres’s voice was hollow. “Then we’re already too late.” The Balcony of Smoke Royal Balcony – Nightfall The horizon had fractured. Ceres and Xavier stood on the balcony as the last light died—too quickly, too absolutely. Three pillars of fire bloomed across the realm, distant but unmistakable.

I had just taken medicine, and my fever was subsiding when my bedroom door was suddenly kicked open. Owen stormed in, his face full of rage. He dragged me off the bed. He shouted, "Shannon, what memory game are you playing this time? Do you know how much trouble you caused when you jumped into the water like that?" I had recently tried to stir his memories of us by recreating moments from our past. It seemed like he assumed that I had fallen into the water on purpose again, just for his sake. I refuted, "I didn't do it on purpose. Today, it was because—"

Marina put her legs onto the water while setting her hair in the heavy breeze. "Yep! Let's play a game?" asked Catherine with a sneaky look while folding her cargo jeans and sat on the rust-colored rock. "What game?" asked Tanvi while removing her sneakers and seated on the sand with a smile on her face. "A race?" "I'm in," said Marina with a giggle while her eyes brightened. "That's it?" Tanvi gave a dubious look when her black eyes focused on Catherine while biting her lips. Catherine shook her head in a snicker, "With a bet."

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

I chuckle as I break the last ward, and unleash darkness on the camp where only the blue flames can light up. Alora follows my move and extinguishes the blue flames one at a time again, making the darkness unbreakable. Someone screams, as someone else shushes on them. I raise an eyebrow to myself, closing my eyes, and feeling the lives down there as dots that blinks in and out in the darkness I’ve created, and then I start my game.

“I don’t know how, but it’s back.” “Use it,” he urged, his voice filled with a renewed sense of hope. “You can turn the tide with it.” With a deep breath, I focused on the flames, letting them grow, feeling the power surge through me. I threw my hands out, and fire shot forward, consuming the enemies in its path. It was a beautiful and terrifying sight, the flames licking at the night sky, painting the battlefield in shades of orange and red.

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.