I Always Like To Play With Fire Mga Nobela at Kwento

Playing with me means playing with a big fire. ****** .

I take a breath, letting the cold winds freeze the water along my skin, chilling me to the core. I have always played with fire. Eventually, one day, I will burn.

This immediately explains why dragons are so fearsome. ‘Well, that, and we can literally blow fire’. ‘What?? How do you know? We haven’t done that, nor have we seen them doing it’. ‘Girllll… didn’t you see the smoke coming out of our nostrils? I can feel the fire inside of us’. ‘Ha! No wonder you always wanted to burn everything down to the ground’. ‘Look who’s talking’. She got me there.

Someone played with fire and I would assure that they would get burned into ashes. #TBC

He needs to get something off his chest, and since we are both friendless teens at the same school, our respect for each other has grown immensely. "I try to be a good person. Or at least I tell myself that. But then I get bored, and nothing good ever comes out of my boredom. I played with fire, and let's just say the Vineyard Church fire on Second Street wasn't an accident. The fire got big and hot rather quickly."

I can't explain how i feel but i like it. T.B.C

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

“you want attention. you think i don’t see it?” “and what am i doing, exactly?” tilt my head, let the corner of my mouth turn up just enough to push him. he moves closer, the air goes electric. “you’re testing me. seeing how far till i break.” my heart’s a drum but i smile wider. “maybe i’m just bored.” he laughs once, dry, dead. “you’re playing with fire. keep going and you’ll burn.” “you keep saying that,” i murmur. “never tell me what the fire is.”

The fire around his eyes light up and I smile, I like it when it does that, but he doesn’t do it all the time. “You have fire eyes, Rome.” I squeal excitedly. He smiles softly as he carries me out of the house. He sets me down on the grass and turns towards the house “Daddy didn’t hurt me, Little River, I hurt him, and I’m going to hurt him some more. No one hurts my mate and lives to tell the tale.” And then with a flick of his hand, he sets the house on fire and it starts to burn. I know Rome has powers and I think it’s cool, but then I remember that mummy and daddy are still inside, and I panic when the fire goes up and touches the ceiling.

It was a dangerous game I had unknowingly stepped into, one that would forever change my life. I was playing with fire, and I was going to get burned real soon.