Hearts With Flames Novels & Stories

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

When I walked out of the doctor's office with my test results, the hospital's advertisement screen played the scene of Brandon proposing to me. Under a dazzling starry sky, deep blue fireworks lit up the night. He wore a white suit and kneeled in a rose garden, opening a box with a diamond ring inside. The scene was so beautiful that it looked like something straight out of a romance drama. I overheard some patients' family members chatting with a nurse. "I'm really so jealous of Ms. Pace. Meeting a man like Mr. Foster is the luck of eight lifetimes."

My heartbeat thrummed against my ribs, loud enough to echo in the stone room, and I swore the flames carved into the crest pulsed in rhythm with it. I knelt before the box, my fingers brushing over the ancient wood, which was warm despite the coldness around us. The heat seemed to seep into my skin, curling up my arm like an unspoken warning. Angela whispered that once opened, there would be no turning back, her voice carrying a tremor she rarely allowed anyone to hear. Yet my body moved without hesitation, compelled by a force older than fear, older even than the name First Flame.

"Cece, what are you doing? The fire wasn't your fault, and she wasn't injured trying to save you. Why are you blaming yourself?" Benedict said. Celestine clung to his chest, sobbing and shaking her head. "But I just feel awful! I wish I had been the one burned instead. If I were the one lying here, I'd feel a little better about it." Watching this pair of shameless lovers put on such a melodramatic show in front of me almost made me gag.

Their dragons began to breathe a bit of fire over my cuts before the girls used the razor blades they pulled out from their pockets to reopen my wounds. The pain was becoming too much to bear, but I welcomed the impending darkness, because at least, I would stop feeling. I won't beg for death, instead, I will welcome it. In death, there will be no pain, and most importantly, no dragons. Perhaps, I dreamed what happened next, when the girls abruptly stopped their burning and cutting once they reached my back. In my pain and drug-induced haze, I saw their dragons leap back into their bodies as the Hoity Hags quickly retreated. As I was trying to process what happened, I blacked out.

When they finally crawled ashore, Owen looked at me pitifully and asked if I remembered anything. When I shook my head, disappointment filled his eyes. Still, he said, "It's okay. I'll keep trying to help you remember." He brought me roses every day, saying that they were my favorite flowers. But I didn't care. The sight of that bright red color only made me feel disgusted. He also brought me an embroidered wedding dress, saying that it was a gift from my mentor. Apparently, I had worn it for him once before, and he had been completely captivated.

She buried those feelings deep within her heart, knowing that they would be her secret to bear alone. ** In the wake of Thorne's departure, Amia felt a profound emptiness within her heart. It was as if a piece of her had gone missing, leaving a void that echoed with loneliness. She had sworn never to trust again after the betrayal she had endured at the hands of Damien and Lily, her once-dear friends from her old pack.

A love that's burning inside of him, the sort that goes for eternity. She's mesmerized by his softness, a yearn developed in her belly. Those words, "I like you too," came to the tip of her mouth as butterflies flew inside her stomach with their proximity but never came out. Tanvi was striving to resist the temptation caused by his charm when he was this close. Her heartbeat increased drastically. A slight movement of her face will brush his stubbled cheek. The thought itself made fire rush up to her cheeks.

It was an heirloom of unfathomable power, an artifact that bridged the chasm between past and present. The masked fire-wielder intensified his assault, flames twisting and spiraling as if guided by an unseen hand. The blistering heat washed over me, yet I remained untouched, cocooned in the shield's protective embrace. Panic and exhilaration twined together, a thrilling dance on the precipice of disaster. "I shall unravel your existence in the tapestry of flames," he declared, his voice carrying a hint of exultation. Flames danced in his eyes, a reflection of the chaos he sought to unleash. It was a perilous waltz, a duel of elements vying for dominance.

asked with hope that his Father would take their side. “You could have told us before running into the formation,” Blake said. He also was worried about them. “Augh, fine, I’m sorry.” Blake Jr. said he felt he had to apologize for his actions. The rest of the children followed and apologized also. After their apology, Claire’s mood improved, and she smiled at the children. “Now, tell me about your flames. Blake?” Claire asked earnestly, wanting to see their flames. “Mine.” Kyle rushed over and showed his deep red flame. “It is the Heavenly Fire Flame. Although it’s a common flame, it is hotter than your average flames.”