Novel & Cerita I Always Like To Play With Fire

“‘Live like you were dying.” -Tim McGraw "W-O-W," Sabrina exclaims as she helps me carry boxes through the mansion and my room, "Looks like Momma Bear caught herself a big fish." She whistles while tossing the box to the ground and then flopping herself onto my bed. "Yeah, it looks like it," I grumbled back.

This was why I had to change my programes to be with him closely as possible so that he did not get stressed up. Peter for that was the name of my son was very playful when he was in good moods. He would keep himself engaged with his toy and sometimes disturb Mary with questions a great deal. In fact, when in good moods, he was like a monkey in the house. He could jump from one chair to another while making noise in happiness. Sometime he could miss his target while leaping from on chair to another and eventually land down with a big boom. He would cry loud as if he had been stung by something painful.

I ought to stop seeing myself as a kid and face this head on. I rub my hands wishing for a big flame. I picture the flame in my mind and see it lick up all the body parts on the battlefield. I do not wish it to burn the trees. Therefore, like an obedience child, the fire does not even singe the trees. It passes over as if they are fire proof. However, body parts, it completely devours.

Had the heat of passion addled his wits? Before she could master her voice to ask, he continued, “I want you so much I got carried away. But I swear I will never press my intentions upon you against your will. I only want to bring you pleasure. Your previous experiences with me may make you doubt that. I don't blame you but I assure you it is. I do want you to be happy... Always.... Even if it's not with me”

I know I'm playing with fire, but for some reason, something in me-something reckless, and aching-wants to see him aching, to see him burn. Fuck.

he growled in menace. I knew I was playing with fire and I will get burned if his control snapped but I didn’t care not at this moment at least. A/N: Please leave comments and reviews. Thanks for reading.

“What happened the first time you caught fire?” Looking straight ahead, I said, “I don’t want to talk about it.” “I’m asking because I want to figure out what your triggers are,” he clarified. “Fear,” I responded, still not looking at him. “I suppose that’s a start. How many times have you caught fire?” “Four.” Maybe if I were short with my answers, he would stop asking. He sighed. “Then you are just starting to set into your immortality. What do you know about fighting?”

"It's not nice to touch a fire on purpose. In case you don't know, I'm a fire that shouldn't be played around with." "In case you don't know…" As if I had been expecting him to say that, my words came out straight and sharp. I glowered. "I'm a more dangerous fire. The thing used to quench a fire is water. That means, if you aren't careful, you'll make the fire in us light up. Just tell the Media the truth, and I promise to never set my eyes on you." "I still won't do it. Leave, or I ask my men to take you away," he menaced even harder.

A woman stepped beside me, tapping gently on my shoulder, her presence felt as cold as the night air. "Well done," she whispered smoothly, watching the flames dance in the dark as she turned to look at my smiling face. "Can you see that you enjoy watching fire just like I do? And that makes you a fucking pyromaniac."

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.