Flor Del Infierno Novels & Stories

“She always fed on devotion. But it’s more than that now. She’s becoming something else. The longer this city suffers, the stronger she gets. And if they offer you to her…” Caelan stiffened. “Then we lose.” “No,” he said. “Then the world burns.” The room was silent for a moment. Then I whispered, “We end her. No more running. No more hiding. I don’t care what she is. She’s not a goddess, she’s a parasite. And I’ll rip her out of the roots.” Orion grinned despite himself. “That’s my little Flame,” he said. “All right. So we sneak into a death temple, steal secrets from a possibly insane heretic, take on a cult of blood priests, and kill an immortal monster with a god complex.”

"You're one of a kind as well." My thigh parted slowly. I could feel the dew gathered between my entrance. A shiver crawled down my delicate skin. My lips parted. I tilted my head backward, making my neckline visible. My yellow blonde dancing on my shoulders as a breath rushed through my nose. "You are so delicate," he mouthed. He stretched his hands forward, reaching out for my thigh. Lifting my skirt, as his fingers crawled down there. "And you make me tremble so."

We move faster. Her voice rises, breaks, shatters as she screams my name. That sound undoes me. I drive her higher, faster, until she’s trembling, crying out, clawing at me like she can’t survive another second without release. When she falls apart beneath me, it’s violent, breathtaking, her whole body convulsing, every muscle clenching tight. I follow her over the edge, groaning against her throat, spilling into her with a force that leaves me shaking. For a moment, there’s nothing but heat, the thundering of our hearts, the wild, reckless satisfaction of having her again.

Palermo — Club Inferno, Vucciria District The night pulsed with heat, a heady mixture of alcohol and desire that soaked the air in the dimly lit club. Amara had pulled away from Luca’s kiss, her breath shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her body still hummed with the remnants of his touch, every inch of her skin feeling like it was on fire.

"You're stunning, Rajkumari." "But I don't want someone to love me for my beauty!" Ahankara snapped, taking her hands away fron Neharika's and turning away from her. "I don't want to be the Moon," she said softly. "And you're not," Neharika replied, turning her around. "You're a unique Rose, Rajkumari. The most beautiful one to ever exist." "And he's made of flames," Ahankara whispered, feeling a chill run down her spine. "He's gonna destroy me as soon as he touches me, Neharika."

“Sir, I haven't found that person yet! Viola couldn't ask anything from Sylvia's mouth, she was already in a coma. But I suspect it's a woman with great disguise, he used his false identity to blend in with the servants." “How is her condition, do you have any other treatment, Henris?” Liam asked worriedly. “No, currently this method of dialysis is the best. I heard from the treating doctor that the poison she has is poison of the Tenula species, a parasitic plant in the rainforest, not much is known about it. this plant. But don't worry, I have many friends who work at the research institute, I will ask them to find out. If there's an antidote, she'll probably wake up soon."

She giggled when she was tickled by their flapping wings against her face. Theo smiled first before answering. Maddie takes away all his stress from ruling even with just her smile. "This is the sanctuary of the novis flam." Maddie turned around and her brows met as she cannot understand the last phrase Theo said. "The what?" Theo pointed to the fountain with his hand and Maddie followed it with her eyes. "The last flame." Maddie nodded before she looked at Theo. "Last? What do you mean by that?" Theo asked her to sit on the nearby bench. The guards are scattered around the place but no one is near them. Somehow they got some privacy which put Maddie at ease. She glanced at the fountain firs

FL is a convent girl/ succubus FL： An innocent and conservative convent girl who finds herself to be a succubus. FL is an orphan and taken in by a convent when she’s little. Life goes on routinely until her 18th birthday. On this day she suddenly feels an insatiable hunger that no amount of food can fulfill. She craves for things unknown. Besides, she has become much more popular and being complimented in different ways for her appearance and charisma all the time. While she feels more and more horrid about her situation, she cannot bear the hunger anymore and confides in a trusted nun. The sister can’t help it but makes moves on her, and thus she understands how to appease her hunger. She f

She smiled and raised her index finger at him, asking for one minute which he nodded and just stood, staring around the place at the different types of flowers and the different types of scent that wafted around him. He asked himself what he was doing there, he has never stepped inside a flower shop before, he never considered himself as a regular man to buy flowers for women. He was still lost in thought when he heard a singsong like voice beside him, “they are beautiful, aren’t they?” he turned to her and she smiled, “I’m Alejandra, what flowers do you need.” Lucian ignored the resemblance to their names and just looked around, not knowing the flowers he want, he pointed at a bouquet of tu

And I drown inside her with no intention To come above for salvation. She shines as bright as the moon. When she comes for me with a moan Once our souls became one I realize A Flame can be of course. Fettered by the honey. He sang the song ‘You are my FLAME’, the one he said he wrote on the night with me at the lake house. I was a bit shy and blushed, listening to it but I managed by clapping excitedly once he finished singing the song with his beautiful, smooth, silky voice.