In A Burning Heart Novels & Stories

He is a heartless, ruthless demon and an enemy that is not easy to defeat. ******** Violet was standing by the window in her room, watching the rain falling. The sun had fallen asleep, leaving the sky in darkness. Tears dripped from Violet's eyes as her heart crying in pain. All the bad things that happened to her made her feel like she was living in hell.

K holds her head, “Oh girl, you really are in trouble! The curse of the soul ties probably befalls on you, that’s why you can’t get over him!” Art enters the conversation again, “So what? There’s a term bisexual, in case you forgot, ladies. Interested in both men and women,” Art insists on his idiotic speculations. But my heart and mind just can’t take it. “I know for sure, my body knows that Dmitri is damn straight!” “No!” I scream, “He can’t be! One heartbreak is my quota for the day. I can’t have anyone breaking my heart again!” I proclaim.

*** James The sound of my heartbeat hammered in my chest, each beat a violent, relentless thrum that threatened to deafen me as I pushed through the choking smoke. My eyes burned, but they were fixed—locked—on Katniss. There, in the center of the inferno, her body motionless, consumed by flames that seemed to have a mind of their own. The fire wasn’t just destroying the house; it was alive, vicious, almost as if it were taking revenge, as if it had been waiting for this moment. The orange and red tongues of flame reached hungrily, devouring everything they could touch, twisting and flicking in every direction, daring anyone to come close. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was her.

The whole place was burning, and the tears in my eyes vanished as soon as they hit the air. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming for help. I didn't owe Caleb anything anymore—not in this lifetime. He left with Brianna. I quickly covered my mouth and nose, struggling to hoist Phyllis onto my back. It took everything I had, and my stomach twisted with pain as I tried to keep myself from collapsing. Caleb's child was inside me, and his mother was on my back. I stood there, surrounded by flames, hearing their voices echo in the distance.

His hands trembled as he tried but couldn't put it out, his heart pounding in his chest. "Nate, stay back!" Her voice was the last clear thing he heard before the fire roared to life. His mind raced through every possible escape, but all he could hear was the relentless crackling of the flames, closing in, wrapping around him like a living, breathing thing. The heat blistered his skin, the air too thick to breathe. He could barely see through the haze, barely think past the panic. She was inside, inside that fire. He had to save her. He tried. He called her name, over and over, his tiny voice raw with desperation.

My breath was uneven, but my heart? My heart was on fire. They wanted me weak. Broken. Alone. But I wasn’t going to give them that. They might’ve lit the fire—but they were about to find out I’d been forged in worse.

I'm not sure if she'll ever truly like me. I let out a weak laugh and smiled sadly, without meaning to. Then I turned to the window, where the glass had already started to fog up from the cold. That kind of mist that forms when the air outside is freezing and the warmth inside tries to fight it off. Just like me, I guess.

Instead, it was to honor my father's legacy. Before long, the Moretti family returned to its former glory. We became the strongest force in the underworld, and I was known as the coldest, most untouchable woman. The old me died in that fire, yet from its ashes, I rose anew. What the flames didn't consume was my heart. It still burned, but it would ache for no one ever again.

Forged in fire. And still burning.

"This can’t be true. What the hell would I do without her?" I grabbed the glass of whiskey I had poured earlier, my hands trembling as I took a long, steady drink. The burning sensation spread through my chest, but it didn’t numb the ache in my heart. I could barely think straight, my head spinning, the tears threatening to fall. But I fought them back, not wanting to lose control.