I Always Like To Play With Fire Novels & Stories

(Roman's POV) “You don’t know shit about what I like.” “Don’t I?” She tilts her head. “I know you haven’t fucked anyone in months. I know you lock your door at night like that’s gonna stop you from dreaming about me. I know when you look at me your eyes get dark and your hands shake just a little. Like right now.” I stare at her. Hard. “You’re playing with fire, little girl.” “Good.” She leans back, stretches her arms above her head so the top rides up, exposing a strip of stomach. “I like getting burned.”

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.

“you want attention. you think i don’t see it?” “and what am i doing, exactly?” tilt my head, let the corner of my mouth turn up just enough to push him. he moves closer, the air goes electric. “you’re testing me. seeing how far till i break.” my heart’s a drum but i smile wider. “maybe i’m just bored.” he laughs once, dry, dead. “you’re playing with fire. keep going and you’ll burn.” “you keep saying that,” i murmur. “never tell me what the fire is.”

The fire around his eyes light up and I smile, I like it when it does that, but he doesn’t do it all the time. “You have fire eyes, Rome.” I squeal excitedly. He smiles softly as he carries me out of the house. He sets me down on the grass and turns towards the house “Daddy didn’t hurt me, Little River, I hurt him, and I’m going to hurt him some more. No one hurts my mate and lives to tell the tale.” And then with a flick of his hand, he sets the house on fire and it starts to burn. I know Rome has powers and I think it’s cool, but then I remember that mummy and daddy are still inside, and I panic when the fire goes up and touches the ceiling.

The mate who rejected me, and I doubt he will hesitate to kill me. I am playing with fire, but I am far gone to care if I get burned or not as long as I make him burn too. Like I said, I have nothing to lose, nothing to gain. Only the thrill of seeing Zade on his knees and tasting what my world is like.

Pretend I’m not falling deeper into something dangerous and addictive. I’m playing with fire. And some twisted part of me doesn’t want the flames to go out.

She follows immediately but it takes a while before her hick ups stop. Then slowly, the winds calm down and I can see properly again. Every little movement she makes causes the ground to shake. She looks up at me frightened, hugging her knees. "See, I can do stuff too." I push fire out to my hand. "Its not so scary." I smile starting a party trick I did in birthday parties when I was younger. It amazed the little kids that someone could make fire out of nothing. Thus the name - Fire man. I sit down on the floor beside her as she continues to cry. "I'm a freak."

Perse said. “He’s got more than five supernatural powers within him.” “Have you ever heard of Pyrokinesis?” Perse asked and I thought for a while. “Isn’t that the controlling of fire with mind? Or fire manipulation, something like that?” I asked and they both nodded. “He has that ability too” She whispered and a light gasp escaped my lips. “So be careful” she added and I nodded even though I didn't mean it. How dare he hurt me? He messed with the wrong girl, I’m going to have my pound of flesh, no matter what.

I sent anonymous videos of me playing with myself with a vibrator to my deskmate just for the thrill of it. I loved the thrill that came with carrying out forbidden, socially unacceptable acts like these—especially more so when he was frantically seeking out my identity. The lower I sank, the greater the thrill. … Late at night, I lay spread out in bed, panting loudly as my body trembled like jelly. I stayed like that until the waves of pleasure finally calmed down, allowing me to relax the muscles in my back.

“You look so hot right now, I should take a picture.” “No!” I object immediately, looking around to make sure there’s no camera device in reach. He laughs. “Calm down. We would look so good together in a shoot. I’d be there, hot and brooding and you, sexy and innocent.” I scoff. “Hot and brooding, yeah right.” “You trying to deny facts?” “I wouldn’t dare.” “That fire, I want to see that fire. Can you show me that fire?” “There’s no fire.” “I can awaken it for you, if you like.”