I Always Like To Play With Fire Novels & Stories

I interrupt before he could complete his statement. “Probably,” he sort of agrees and then adds, “Let’s just say someone not as wild as you are,” The side of my lips curls up into a smirk. I was going for the creepy vibes and I’m sure I got that already. “And do you still want to play with my fire?” “I don’t like wildfires, but I’ll make an exception,” The dude says he will make an exception. Let’s see if he would be able to stand to his decision. “You know what? I want to know your type of woman. Tell me what spec in a woman immediately attracts you to her,”

My wolf muttered. The fire in the stove is burning, and my wolf words gave me a kind of idea. I stepped close and again touched the fire— my fingers were burning in it, but I couldn't feel anything. Hahah, this is amazing. Now I am a supernatural girl, and fire also can't burn. "Oh my god, my baby wolf—I can't believe it; I am literally playing with fire, and I don't feel any pain. "Haha I am feeling like I am watching some kind of movie." I laughed while trying to touch the fire. "Haha, this is insane.

How would I even explain it? I didn't care for fighting anyway. I would've much rather used that strength to lift a burning car off of a trapped dog or save an old lady from a burning house and jump out of the house just as a bad-ass explosion goes off behind us. I seemed to have fire on the brain for some reason. Perhaps it was just my blazing spirit and my ignited passion for life! Or maybe I just thought fire was cool, I don’t.

The flames cover my body, and my clothes are replaced by a robe like the one in my dream. “But I know that the terror you feel increases my power, I know that the pain I feel fuels my anger and I know you’re going to get very hurt!” Having said that, I hurt my flames at them, which begin to dodge them. But then I see a distraction, and I take the opportunity to create a tornado of fire, which does not burn the forest, but only what I want! “Iktrishaaa red!” I don’t know what I said, but the fire increases even more.

Fire burned through me with a numbing intensity, and a cry tore past my lips. Heat! Ivy and I were on heat! Fuck

I feel like I'm playing with fire and every instinct screams at me to step back. But I can't.

I melted under him, consumed by the fire he stoked so easily. It was reckless. Dangerous. Addictive. And I didn’t want it to stop.

I am steady enough to burn and still build. Let them throw labels. I’ll throw flame.

"Don't forget we read the letter together ." Yeah..we read it together. She saw it first and I'm even more worried now. I nod slowly. "It’s probably nothing. Just someone playing games." "But what if it’s not?" Her voice is softer now, cautious. "Then someone lied. About everything." She shifts beside me, legs crossed beneath her. "What was she like?" The question knocks something loose inside me. "She was...fire," I say, staring at the screen but not watching. "Bright. Wild. You couldn't tell her no without getting burned."

“You’re playing with fire.” Ethan gave him a cold smile. “I already got burned. Now I’m the one striking matches.”