I Always Like To Play With Fire Novels & Stories

“But fire is fun.” I yank on his hand gently to make sure I have his attention. “No. Fire is dangerous. Fire hurts people. It can burn you and melt your skin right off like butter. Do you understand?” He nods, but I see a flare of defiance in there. It makes me sigh. This will not be his last fire. Not by a long shot. “If you want to play with fire, you have to wait and only do it with me or Dad, okay? Promise me.”

*"Someone like me." Mathew chuckled. *"That's where you're wrong."* And then, without a trace of hesitation: *"I don't want someone like me. That would only feed my fire the bloodlust in me would burn even hotter. I want someone who can calm that fire. Someone who'll be there to tell me when I'm wrong, but not so strong that they'd run from me."*

Fear. I frowned. Fire was afraid? That didn’t make sense. Then I realized something. It wasn’t afraid of me. It was afraid of being controlled. My eyes widened. “You don’t like being forced either.” The flames suddenly became still. Karl and Selena all stared at me. I slowly raised my hand. “I won’t force you.” The fire moved closer. A small flame touched my palm. I didn’t move. The heat was intense, but it didn’t burn me.

Things that otherwise shouldn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Things that are supposed to be irrelevant. The problem is I don’t think I want to stop. Worse, I don’t think I can. I’ve always loved playing with fire as a child. It’s dangerous and it hurts when you get burned, but it also sends a thrill through me. Makes me feel alive. Being around Julian is exactly like that. The traffic light turns green and I drive forward in silence while Julian continues playing with his phone beside me. Neither of us has mentioned what happened last night.

When I yelled that out, hindi parin ito nakikinig at tuloy-tuloy lang sa paglalakad without even glancing at me. Makakalbo ko talaga ang gagong 'to! I just kept muttering a curse while following him with protesting heavy steps. But when we were far enough from everyone's eyeview, napamura na lamang ako nang bigla na lamang niya 'kong bitawan sabay harap sa'kin, eyes ablaze with fire and ready to burn me alive. Huh! As if I would be scared of that. Fire is what I love to play and coming out without even getting burnt is what I'm good at.

Honour Campbell “What did you say... nymph?” He wasn't angry. His expression was rather amused. It was like he was playing games with me. He loves it when I insult him, when I scream at him. If he is pleased, I will not give him the satisfaction. No, ever, so I shut up.

"You're really good, Red. But..." "It's sad, right?" Red said, continuing his words. "Do you know what it means?" He shake his head. "It's when you like someone but he doesn't like you back. That's why it's sad." Red suddenly laid on his shoulder making him flinch. "I honestly don't think I can ever finish that song. And if I did, I'll probably die from sadness." "Red, what are you-" "You're this close to me and yet you're so far." He whispered as he traced his chin through his finger. "I really hate sadness but you are the reason why I'm sad so I don't really mind it." He then moved away and fixed his guitar.

They're trying to put out the flames-but the fire only grows stronger. It moves faster, hotter, and wilder. And that's when I know... This fire is mine. Somehow, I started it. My power, my gift, answered my pain, my fear. And now, I realize I can use it. If I had remembered this sooner, maybe I wouldn't be tied to a stake. But it's not too late. A slow, twisted smile creeps onto my face as I watch them scramble. For the first time, they fear me.

Taking a brief moment to gather my thoughts, I finally said, "It’s gonna be bad… very bad." "Well, that’s the plan?" Jamil asked his tone teasing but with a hint of seriousness. "I can’t tell all the details right now, but trust me, it’s not gonna be your typical hate story. It’s gonna be fire on fire. Either I burn or she burns, but the flame will definitely be on!" I asserted, a confident smile stretching across my face. I’m willing to throw myself into an uncomfortable situation just so I can achieve my goal.

Using that moment, I walked away from him without looking back. I don’t know if I was angrier because he kissed her or for NOT KISSING ME. ……………………………………………………………….. I know I can be a b*tch sometimes but I would rather walk on fire than watch you with some other girl. Because both feels the same to me. Like I was burning in fire.