Gelatin X Firey Novels & Stories

"We detected a high concentration of 'Hellfire' residue at the epicenter of the ruin." Hellfire. A military-grade liquid explosive. It burned at 3000 degrees, and water couldn't extinguish it. Three years ago, because Amelia was always causing trouble and getting herself into compromising situations, he had personally procured a batch from the black market. He'd given it to Amelia, for "destroying evidence." "This stuff... it's not available on the market..." Vincenzo's voice was a whisper, the words catching in his throat. If Isabella had just wanted to vent her anger, where would she have gotten this restricted chemical that he had specifically prepared for Amelia?

Everyone is so interested in his life that TV station really interrupted their regular shows just to televise this. Gold stifles a cry as he switches on his cellphone. It's been so long since he last used this. The golden boy switched to a burner phone so that his calls cannot be traced by the company. He's sure that by now, they're looking for him. Gold is monitoring the stocks of Healing Entertainment. It's crashing. People are seriously this bothered by his sexuality. Sometimes he can't believe that they're this petty. He hates the world that's why he refuses to blend in with them. Gold is contented to where he is now. The celebrity is trying to keep up with his promise to himself—that he

Deep in my bones, in the heat under my ribs. The child inside me wasn’t ordinary. She was fireborn. And the world had no idea what it was about to face. Lilly By morning, Grey Howl was lit up like a fortress. Cameras scanned every inch of the outer wall, drones buzzed the perimeter, and packs from as far as the Rockies were pinging our secure comms demanding updates.

- Rex sit down. Lucifron sat up immediately, but he wouldn't let go of his head. The daywalker had spoken the truth. Zog saw that now. The temperature rose like a fever in humans, and reached a point that made Lucifron fall to the ground convulsing. Flames began to come out of his body and the vampire got scared and backed away. Zog appears immediately. In all its fury, it opens its mouth and unleashes his fire, immediately setting the packhouse the vampires occupied on fire.

,said Marie angrily " The killer transport is a very ancient weapon. During war when my family was desparate to fight, my father found it somewhere. Looking at it , he knew it was some super natural weapon. It took him a couple of days to figure out what was it's speciality. And he found out. I was only a little boy then. That thing was a highly vicious weapon which killed by burning you intensely. The price was, with every person you killed,you aged. My dad used it to protect us. Me and my little baby sister. Towards the end of the war he looked like a hundred year old man with graying hair and severe wrinkles....... I knew he wouldn't survive even if we escaped . The killer transport also

The way his eyes darkened when he looked at me. The way his grip tightened slightly when I moved closer. The way his breath caught when my hand slid from his shoulder to the back of his neck. The sexual tension between us was undeniable, crackling in the air like electricity. I was so focused on him that I almost didn't notice Fiona Fitzpatrick approaching until she was right beside us. "Jameson," she purred, holding out a glass of amber liquid. "I thought you might want a drink." Every instinct I had screamed danger.

Let it burn through you and make the bond complete. Elias nodded. His own cock rubbed between their stomachs with every thrust. The friction felt amazing. Come inside me. Fill me until I overflow. Make me yours. With a deep roar Pyroth drove in as far as he could go. His cock pulsed hard and released another flood of glowing seed. It shot deep into Elias guts. Pulse after heavy pulse. The heat spread everywhere. Elias belly pushed out even more from the amount. Some of the fire cum leaked out around the base and ran down in bright streams.

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’s nice. I don’t hate him.” High praise from you. “He’s not our mate.” We don’t know who our mate is yet. “Exactly. So don’t get attached.” After class, Jason and I walk toward the east wing, still talking about Friday night’s bonfire. “Still down for the bonfire?” he asks. “Absolutely. I need to blow off some steam.” “Same.” I smile, relieved for something normal. Something not tied to destiny or duty or bloody legacy. We stop outside my next class. Jason gives me a lazy salute. “Later, Little Reaper.”

“You locked us in.” “If it vents through the upper conduits, the whole complex goes up,” she said. “This way it stays here.” “Velia—” The generator shrieked like something alive. The deck plates heaved under their feet. Metal warped, then split. A geyser of flame erupted from the floor grid. Velia stumbled. Venom caught her, shielding her with one arm, eyes already glowing with that deep amber burn she’d learned meant instinct had taken over. He turned his body toward the fire and roared—a raw, feral sound that seemed to push the air itself backward.