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It wasn’t her though; it was Osline, but it’s still the same thing. I had to burn my hand to match the exact pain she’s probably feeling, to punish myself. I know it’s crazy, but like I said, I can’t help it. After I rinse away the spilled coffee, I open the cupboard and pull out my lighter. For a moment my stomach drops. I stare at it, heart racing in my ribs. I flick the flame and press it to my arm. I hold back my scream as it keeps burning me. This is what happens when I can’t stop thinking about ‘her’ I have to hurt myself until I can stop.

He noticed she smiled unconsciously and moved closer to it. He was happy observing her, but suddenly she snuggled even closer to the fire and placed her arm above the pit. He tried to scream but no sound came out, he moved his feet yet still couldn’t move. The fire rose and took over her still sleeping body. Then, the flames made their way towards him as if someone had left a trail of rum straight into his spot and the fire was coursing the flammable line. When it reached him, the blazes rose higher like a curtain of chaos that lit the path between them.

Nothing beats a woman who knows how to please a guy, or one who is much too naïve to use words like fuck and dick on a regular basis. I suppose I have a thing for innocent types. They bring out the worst in me, craving me to corrupt their innocence in the most barbaric ways possible. When Cyrus responds, he doesn't look at me. "Trey, see this." I drain the liquor down my throat and turn to face him. I look up at the television, back against the counter. A house is on fire, and firefighters are rushing around, trying to prevent the fire from spreading and removing people away from the scene.

His eyes burned with a fervent, almost religious zeal. He reached for my face, his fingers, cold and long, extending towards me. I twisted, my bound body straining against the invisible bonds, a surge of desperate energy bursting forth. Flames, sharp and silver, erupted from my hands, arcing towards him, but he was terrifyingly fast. With a casual flick of his wrist, he deflected the fire, and then, with blinding speed, his hands shot out, catching my wrists in an iron grip, forcing me still, the last remnants of my struggle dying in a frustrated whimper.

She took the 1956 Ledger and wrote on the first page of the new volume: LESSON ONE: THE FIRE IS NOT THE ENEMY. THE FIRE IS THE POINT. The Year Two began with a "Forbidden" engineer and an "Ice" Tycoon’s granddaughter sitting on a beach in Ghana, watching the stars dance. They weren't dancing in a perfect circle anymore. They were dancing in a chaotic, beautiful, and entirely "Permitted" rhythm.

ALICE POV The fire dances right before my eyes like a wall of bright orange flowers covering the walls of the buildings. It spreads fast, intensified by the strong winds, melting the snow on the ground and sending a big cloud of black smoke into the night air. I watch as it spirals, stunned into complete silence and pinned in my place due to fear. I want to move and see what’s going on, but I can’t. I still can’t believe that what I’m looking at is real. But it is. I can feel the heat in the air. I can hear the distant screams of the people…

I gently closed the newspaper and threw it into the blazing fireplace in front of me. The tongues of fire instantly swallowed the paper, swallowing that name and that past soaked in blood and betrayal. "Nothing." I took a sip of coffee, warmth spreading through my body. "I just think the fire is warm tonight." Outside the window, snow was falling heavily, covering the world in white. And my story was just beginning. (The End)

and higher. “HE WILL NEVER GET WHAT’S MINE!” I screamed, allowing the flames to become visible before our eyes. The fire swallowed the room in a fierce grasp. “MS.KWON!” Cameron yelled, before coughing. His eyes widened at the sight before him. A fire that mysteriously started. He gasped, suddenly meeting his eyes with mine, a look of fear and acknowledgement crossed his eyes, before an unshed emotion took over them. The flames had given me their sight and I gasped looking down at my hands. Flames caressed my hands, giving me full power of the element. The fire in my hands rose, powerfully burning, and yet, no harm came to me.

On the way home I opened up one of my reading apps and continued were I left off when I last read the story. My insides started feeling like someone set them on fire mostly between my thighs, I shrugged it off and though it may be because of the book I was reading, after all it is a linzvonc book and it’s filled with all kinds of erotic scenes. The fire within me started getting hotter and hotter, my skin started feeling like someone was holding a flame over it. I started scratching and screaming from the intense heat, Chad stopped the car and touched my hand, he pulled away as he felt the heat radiating off my skin. I removed the seat belt and removed my coat hoping that that would do me so

Pulling the trigger, a shot ran out and I screamed against the pain. It woke me up. Suddenly, it was all I could feel. Throwing the gun, I raced forward into the flames. The door was already open and I felt my skin start to char. Reaching down, I saw Aleksei’s body laying out. Grabbing his arms, I yelled as I pulled with all my strength. At first, he didn’t move but I lifted up his torso a bit and I was able to pull him out. Taking off my shirt, I started to put out the flames that had engulfed him.