I Always Like To Play With Fire Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

"Remember both of these women have feelings and I know you do as well." I poured myself another glass of the liquor and returned to my seat. "What does it matter to you?" I watched as Axel's mouth fell open as he stared at me. "Do you think I would be talking to you about this if it didn't matter to me? The thing is that you, my friend , are playing with fire and I don't want you to get burned." A smile formed on my lips after I registered his expression. "The thing about this wolf is that he loves to play with fire. And guess what."

Rheagar I strike the lighter, watching the flame dance slowly. Fire is beautiful. An unreal phenomenon that burns with passion, heat, and otherworldly air of hot aura. Oh how it ravages, and devours its prey, burning every skin, licking every wet drop of slick juice, reducing it to nothing but mere ash. I want to watch something burn. Rather, I want to watch someone burn. "Just wait until I get you, Auren," I touch the flame to the cigarette, drawing in slowly.

And then I can finally move forward with this revenge without the weight of what-ifs holding me back. At least, that's what I tell myself. But deep down, I know the truth. I'm playing with fire. And tomorrow, I might get burned.

It’s dangerous; it will burn you if you’re not careful. I don’t know why I dared play with fire. Yes, I am a spy, an assassin if needed to be, but I don’t think I’ve ever included pyro dancing in my CV. Now, the question is, why the fuck am I playing catch fire with Klaus Martinelli? “Rylee, Rylee, Rylee,” I murmured, blinking into the darkness bathing my room. “Don’t play with fire. Since when did you become such a pyromaniac?”

“You’re not going to answer her?” I smirked, lighting up. “Not yet.” “She won’t like that.” “She never does.” I exhaled a long stream of smoke, staring at the ceiling. “But she’ll survive.” Soline laughed softly, rolling over to face me. “You’re playing with fire, Nico.” I turned my head toward her, letting a slow grin spread. “Sweetheart,” I said, brushing my thumb over her jaw, “I am the fire. And you’re the fuel that lights me up.”

Too easy. “I…I don’t know. I don’t even know you,” she said. “Then it will be even more exciting. Or are you the type of woman who liked to play it safe?” he challenged. “I am not! I love playing with fire. Dangerous men are my weakness,” she winked. “Then what are you afraid of?” he smirked. “Okay, maybe we can meet up after this? You can come over to my apartment?” Avery said. Wow, she really does love playing with fire.

Pack my burner, my badge, my Glock. If this is going to implode, I want to be front row. Because the whole thing’s cracking. And I just set the first match.