Fueling The Fire Novels & Stories

It needed to be snapped or killed or it needed to be appeased or fed; they could douse the fire or they could add fuel to the flames. The problems with these flames was that Finn was entirely sure they would burn him alive if he ever succumbed to them. It was something he had never felt before, this fire that had flared up high that night at the party and spat viciously every time they saw each other; it was dirty and ferocious and seemed perfectly content to build slowly inside of him until he couldn’t handle it anymore and when that happened, he wasn’t sure what he would do.

(My favorite). Red is believed to be the color of love. But it has the intensity to burn. Its flames when roar leaves nothing. They only destroy. But so, does love. This time Hades will burn. Everything. Because if it turns out that the girl, he has been searching for is someone he loves. The fire in his eyes will leave no ashes. Should I let myself get caught in the crossfire?

“Didn't you see me in good health and... what do others say for me? Full of charm?” Celine clearly heard Sella who was clucking in displeasure. Did she care? Gosh, such a woman would not be able to interfere with Celine's goal. Sella was just one fly that was easy to swat and destroy once Celine made a move. But later, when she really needed Sella's existence to be destroyed. Someone who is filled with burning vengeance, will not play around in acting. And all those who are involved or interfere, will not hesitate to be destroyed.

“You’re playing with fire.” “Burn me.”

I fired in anger To be continued!!

Playing with me means playing with a big fire. ****** .

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

She smiled, feeling the heat of the fire that was beginning to burn within her. And with that, the Starfire was kindled. ---

I took the torch, feeling its threatening heat, and began to spread the fire around the Cabin. The flames came to life, consuming the wood with insatiable voracity. My heart raced as the flames grew, becoming a fiery metaphor for my determination to eliminate any obstacle between me, Hunter, and our future child. The crackling of the flames echoed in the forest's quiet, but my mind was focused on making a decision that would change the course of things in the pack. The fire was my answer, an action rooted in the conviction that Fierce should no longer cast a shadow over our destiny.

Prime view. Firefighters showed up late, as always, pumping God knows what into the inferno, hoping to beat a fire that was never meant to be beaten. I massaged my temple with one hand while the other hand rested casually on the stirring. The splitting headache from three hours ago had refused to go. But it was totally fine. I needed more pain than normalcy right now. What, was that gasoline the firefighters kept pumping into the building? I laughed so hard my ribs hurt. Why the fuck was the fire climbing higher in response, as if feeding on my madness? Jeez. Even the universe knew that Kex's judgment day was today.