His Latest Flame Novels & Stories

I cried, and the flame shot upwards in an inferno, and there it was the unsaid emotion that was burning my flame out of control. "Kayda.?" he called as my dragon was now coming to the surface. "Kayda, push your dragon back down. Regain control, you are able to do this. You just need to find your control points." he simply said now right inside the flames with me I could see nothing but him and fire flames.

“Every time I look at a window, all I can see is that drone flying close, its bright light trained on me, right before it exploded.” He thought about pointing out that there were windows in the downstairs den too, but decided against it. She’d realize that soon enough. “Wherever you feel most comfortable,” he said instead, expecting her to push past him and make her way back to the first floor. Instead, she cocked her head and considered him. “Come here.” The low thrum of desire in her voice ignited an answering spark deep within him. Battling himself, he didn’t move. “Why?” he asked,

Her eyes widened as she read the caption: “Aiden Laurent ventures overseas! New beginnings, new horizons.” Her heart skipped a beat. “He’s coming here?” she whispered, staring at the screen. Leo wagged his tail, seeing Aiden on screen . She glanced down at him, shaking her head. “No treat for you, Leo,” she said playfully, switching off her phone. “Don’t go siding with him just because you saw his face on the screen.” Leo barked happily, oblivious to her taunting. Despite her attempt to dismiss the news, the thought of Aiden coming to America lingered in her mind. That night, as she lay in bed, her memories drifted to their last encounter. The pain, the anger, and the lingering feelings she

"Don't come in, Serena! This place is about to blow! You guys need to run!" Raiden was still heading out with Celia in his arms, but he paused when he heard my words. He looked back in disbelief at me. All warmth left his eyes, as though he were looking at a stranger. "How am I now realizing you're so sly, Winifred? "The firefighters will be here and can control the flames in half an hour! What will our colleagues think of me now that you're saying this place will blow up? Can't you be a little more considerate like Celia?"

At any cost. Rose swallowed hard, seeing the unshed tears in his eyes. A madness in that gaze, fear of losing her. She cupped his face and held her gaze. “You are a flame of sin, Vladimir, Who burns everything around him. And I decided to stay away from you the moment I opened my eyes.” She inhaled sharply seeing his eyes, “But it didn’t let me in peace. I felt like a moth, pulling into your flames. Again and again. That’s what I have become. That’s what you made out of me. It’s better to burn in your flames with you than live without you.”

“Who do you think you are, then?” Looking away and unto the palm of his hands, he snaps his finger creating a ball of blue flame in the air and unto the tip of his pointer finger controlling the known hottest flame. Starring at the flame that for twelve years he’s mastering and completely took over owning every inch with it, he smiles knowing that his mistress will not tell him anything. As he has been preparing for his entire life for a thing that is still unknown to him, one thing is clear unto his mind. “When will I meet her?”

“A warning.” “I thought you were—” “Dead? I am. Mostly. But part of me clings to the child. My bond didn’t sever cleanly.” She stepped closer. “Why did you help me?” “Because I was wrong,” he said simply. “And I loved you. Even if I never deserved to.” The flames around him began to flicker violently. “Killian, what’s coming?” He looked up at the stars, then back at her. “The Final Flame is not a guardian,” he said. “It’s a purifier. The old world is ending, Ivy. And your child is the match.”

I saw a glint of greed and jealousy in his eyes. Then, I looked around the room and did something that left everyone stunned. I took out a lighter, flicked it on, and held the flame to one corner of the canvas. Ian reacted first and shouted at me, "What are you doing?! Connor!" The fire caught and spread in an instant. In front of everyone, the work I had poured my heart into was reduced to ash. The hall fell into complete silence. Then, applause crashed over me like thunder. "What in the name of all that's holy?! This is a performance!"

"Head girl and head boy for 148th batch of camp ATLANTIS will be the team leaders of team............LEO!!!!!!!!" This is the worst.... worst day of my life. This is too much. Nothing seems right on me. And this time even Zayn could not hide his dismay. I saw him clenching his fist from the corner of my eyes.

“I’ll give you proof. I’ll give you a body doused in your own evidence. They’ll find the poison in my system, the accelerant on my clothes. And you’ll be here, alone with me. How fast do you think the ‘Vexley Brother Burns Alive in Drug-Fueled Suicide’ headline will travel?” He flicked the lighter. A small, vulnerable flame sprang to life, wavering in the still air of the penthouse. He held it between us, his thumb on the striker. The flame reflected in his wide, unblinking eyes. “Get out,” he whispered, the flame dipping toward the soaked fabric of his shirt. “Get out, or you’ll have to explain why you watched me burn.” My body coiled, ready to spring, to tackle him, to knock the flame from