I Always Like To Play With Fire Novels & Stories

“You’re playing with fire. And that man? He is fire.” I met his eyes in the reflection of the window. “I know,” I said. “I just hope I don’t get burned first.”

Because fire fights fire. And I was done watching the city burn.

It broke something inside of me. I absolutely hated it when people made me feel like the villain of the story. But trust me, I’m not. I’m really not a bad person. I’m just the kind of moth that didn’t just dance around a fire because it was alluring. I liked to get right into the center of it, get burnt to a crisp, and get completely consumed by the heat.

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...

Finally, I broke it. "You enjoy playing with fire." Her reflection in the window curved into a smile. "Only when I know it'll burn." Damn her. She wasn't wrong.

Official. Talia touched my arm. “Nova… I’m so sorry.” I stared at the screen. He’d posted it to shame me. To claim ownership. To punish me for moving on. But instead, something else sparked in my chest. Not shame. Not fear. Fire. I looked up from the phone, voice calm, eyes blazing. “He wants a war?” I handed the phone back to Talia. “Fine. Let’s give him one.”

She would learn not to play with fire or get burnt. this should be fun. I can't wait for all the drama to unfold.

And something addictive. A faint smirk tugged at my lips. She didn’t crumble like the others. Every time I pushed, she pushed back harder. It was refreshing. She was a spark. And I had always liked playing with fire. I wanted to see how far that spark could go before it burned out.

This wasn’t playing hard to get. This was playing with fire. And I was starting to think I’d already been burned.