I Always Like To Play With Fire の小説・ストーリー

“You think this is a game?” “I think I know how to light a match.” He takes one more step. Close enough that his heat brushes my thighs. Close enough that if I tip forward the dress will kiss his shirt. I hold my ground because I didn’t dress like sin to back down now. “Girls who play with fire get burned,” he says in my ear his voice low and sinful. “I don’t mind a little burn.”

"You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met. You’re strong and stubborn, and you have this fire inside you that I can’t ignore. “ I… I like you, Cara. More than I should."

- Hannah asks. - It seems so. – he says, opening his mouth in sleep. - Why are you answering like that? Hell, he's your fireheart, you should be excited, happy, filling on top of the world. - Dalkor says, clinging to Valdar, to prove his indignation at his lack of affection for his fireheart. - That's easy for you to say. Your fireheart is a dragon like you. Mine is a mutt. - Don't say those things, you know that our fire doesn't always choose someone of the same species. – Valdar says, with a smile.

I said, my voice dropping. "The more you rub two surfaces together, the more heat you get. Eventually, things catch fire." I said raising my brows playfully. William’s eyes darkened, a flash of that predatory hunger I’d seen in the library flickering behind the irises. "Then I suggest you stay away from the matches." "I've always been a pyromaniac," I countered, giving him a slow, mocking grin. "I’m going to go find my room."

"What do you actually like. Like—not favourite colour, not favourite film. What actually makes you feel like yourself." She thought about it genuinely. That was the thing about Liam's questions—they weren't small talk dressed up as something bigger. They were just real. "Music," she said. "Specifically playing it. I used to play piano. Haven't since—" She paused. "For a while." She thought about it another second. "Swimming, maybe. When it's cold enough to feel it." She glanced at him. "That's probably strange." "No." He shook his head. "I get that. The cold water thing. It's like—it makes you real again."

"Intense feelings, like a wildfire, consume my every thought. Burning bright and hot, they leave me feeling both alive and distraught." His POV.... Wildlife ! . She was a wildfire . She was burning and spreading in my veins like a fire in the woods . The fire that could either burn you wholly or give birth to many innovations . Winter was that spark of ignition that could burn a million year old forest by her fire . She was indeed a wildfire . She was wild and careless . If she was the drug I might have been her druggie . The druggie who won't let his favourite drug to share with anyone .

“You love playing with fire, don’t you?” I met his gaze, my eyes gleaming. “Always.”

Faster and faster, the wall of fire swirled and built until finally the entire courtyard had been consumed in a fiery kiss. If another human had been present for the phenomenon, they would have compared it to the pits of hell. Wanting ever more power to be gained and harnessed and un- leashed, Oliver stretched out his hands as if being crucified and called the flames back to him. As the destruction compacted and convulsed angrily, he flung his hands to the heavens. The swirling, convulsing maelstrom of fire obeyed him in totality

A fire. To be like Kali.

“But this time I mean it” “You said it too” By playing with fire, I will certainly end up getting burned