I Always Like To Play With Fire Novels & Stories

Hahaha. You wish, you’ll never be able to touch me. I hate dirty chicks. Playing a fire with them and their life is not even at risk but also their house, they’re ruining it. Wanna play with me? Oh? She seems to have interest with me. I can see it in her eyes. Hahaha. Sure, take the bait for you to finally vanish in this world. Somehow, I also get my Dad’s personality. I am a demonic joker. Don’t try to fool me. Never.

She always does. That woman resists me at every turn, firing back with those sharp words and sharper looks. She’s a wildfire, always ready to consume and reduce a man to ash. But me? I’m built to tame flames. I’ll snuff her out and enjoy the burn while I’m at it. The thought pulled a low snicker out of me as I stepped out of the car.

I turned away from the flames that had kept me sane the whole night she spoke. There was just something about the flames that thrilled me and not because I was an arsonist of some sort but because I was always fucked up since I was a kid. Just think something like fire, some sort of dancing wind could destroy everything in its path without even blinking. And when it was fierce, stoked, louder, nothing could stop it, not even water. And in the fire, I saw myself, I was the flames destroying everything in its path, taking everything and leaving nothing in its wake.

“And I want that one" I pointed to the fire tattoo design hanging on the wall among others. The flames were so vivid, so delicate, there were even tendrils of smile rising from them. Fuck that butterfly, I was going to be fire, and I would burn them all.

"My first memories are of such love. I remember the feeling of talking to my mom and dad. How they smiled when I learned something new. I remember when my mom did my hair. I remember being on my dad's lap when he read me a book. "All of it changed so fast, Igneous. When the other half of me appeared it ripped my world apart. People could tell I was different and unintentionally I rubbed it in their faces. When I was in that house fire, they were scared that they had lost me. A part of me wishes that they did so I didn't have to see the horror on their faces." I grimace when I remember how they looked. "I wasn't scared when I found out the flames didn't burn me. I had always been so fascinate

He pointed out. A smirk curled my lips. “Exactly, except me. I’m the only free option left for you,” I murmured, and his eyes darkened. “Don’t play games with me. I’m not that fun to toy with,” he warned in a stern voice. My lips curved. “Oh really? It happens that I love playing with fire, you know.” I moved closer as I spoke. He narrowed his eyes. “I know people like you, and I’m not interested in anything with your ass,” he spat, and I nodded.

Loki wants me to be fire without mercy. Erik wants me to be fire without fallout. But me?I want to be the flame that chooses what it burns.

I let out another small sound, this one just on the edge between pain and something else entirely. Theo’s jaw clenches, his breath flaring through his nose as he forces his attention back to the wound. “You’re playing with fire,” he mutters under his breath. I lean back slightly, letting my legs swing a little off the counter as I smile. “You like fire.” “You don’t know what I like.” “Don’t I?”

He laughed "I love you, Ravenna North" "And I love you, Axel North" * This is the literal end of Fire and Ice! Finally! I just wanna say a big thank you to all the people that read to this point and also to the people that cared enough to text me on my g***l which is still ojegift99@g***l.com. I love you all so much and I'd miss you all terribly ಥ╭╮ಥ If you're asking if they would be a sequel on Briar and Kyle?

, he asked, so anxious to know if it was the network that was breaching all these while. "Hi handsome, I was lost in the fantasy of your voice, honestly, your voice can calm down a heavy storm and it becomes still. Don't you think you should consider becoming a singer?" She ended her long talk as both burst into great laughter. You know this situation whereby two lovers are making ecstasy out of their talks and feelings. As if they could see the love inside, as if they could see themselves in ecstasy. Most times, listening to themselves gives them the inspiration to carry on with the feelings.