In Fire He Chose His First Love Novel Novels & Stories

I wanted to tell him that, regardless of how much he hated me, he must realize that this was his child’s life at stake as well. However, he had picked Reya up and walked away defiantly. The moment he turned around, a large beam fell overhead and slammed against my legs. My harrowing scream was drowned out by the raging crackling of fire. Even my tears evaporated inside the intense heat. All I could do was curl up from the pain and protect my torso. 'I’m sorry for doing this to you, my baby. If your father had not resented me so much, perhaps you would have lived. Unfortunately, your father hates me down to his bones even in my final moments.'

Author’s Note!❤️ Hi! You made it. You really made it. First of all, THANK YOU for reading all the way through. Whether you binged this at 3 a.m. under your blanket or kept up with every update like a loyal legend, I’m sending you the biggest virtual hug. This story means so much to me. It’s about love. The kind that isn’t always easy, or perfect, or what you expected—but the kind that’s real. The kind you choose over and over again.

She whisper quietly looking down at her lap. I frown . I put the brown box aside and sit beside her on the bed holding her hand. " hey....listen you don't need to ever feel guilty or embarrasse about money or asking me something. Do you get it." I said softly looking at her eyes. " Because my love , the money , the empire that I built , its all because of you. Because I want to spoil you so much. I don't fucking care if you don't remember me and my love , all I want is you by my side. You never have to be embarrass about not able to reciprocate my feelings, I am fine with it but don't ever force yourself."

*** GABRIEL *** I did it again. It was late in the night or early morning rather when I finally rolled away from her. Why is it that at the moment, in the heat of passion, the mind forgets everything, but the emotion and feelings as the body take over? But once that passion has been burnt to a cinder, reality comes rushing back, and your mistakes become superimposed on the brain?

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.

Being knocked off of his feet and thrown into the fiery pits of hell, is not what Andre Kim expected to happen this hockey season. Show up, slay the ice, take home a championship, have recruiter eyes on him next year as he graduates... It's perfect. A seamless plan even, except it’s all up in flames when his eyes land on the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen in his life. Andre isn’t naive, he is well aware that there are countless beautiful people in the world.

"Very specifically." "Tell me what specifically," Don said. Ernest looked at the fire — the September fire, first of the season, lit that afternoon because the air had had the first real autumn bite and the library was the right place for the first fire. He thought about love — what he had understood it to be before the clause year and before the years since, and what he understood it to be now.

Spreading quickly through the stacked wood. I stand, watching the fire and lift a hand to my cheek, I can’t go. I can’t go running off to his room again. It takes everything I have to stand still and enjoy the warmth of the flames. I lift my hands, pulling carefully at the knot that fastens my dress together. We were so nearly caught…and I the look on his face as he pulled on the little white cord, threatening to undress me is burned in my memory. Twenty two years old and my first kiss is going to be my last. I don’t want to marry and give up my dreams in exchange for a noble household and hundred children. I’m lucky, I have older siblings and my parents have allowed me my education. I let o

My whole body was on fire now. I should be running away. I should burn with rage against him I thought. But the fire in me burned within me was not fuel by rage, but by passion. I held on to the headboard above my head, and met his eyes. I knew he saw the fire in me, I saw it in him too.

He takes his hands and cups my face. "I should have listened to you, Jessa. Damn the consequences," he confesses. His last confession. As the cloud is approaching us at speeds faster than anything on earth, all I can say is, "I do love you, Brixtius. Hopefully, in another lifetime, we can be together. As we were in Troy," I add. My confession. My words don't disturb him at all. Even as it is getting darker and darker, recognition fills his eyes. "It was you—the woman in my dreams. The one who saved me from a warrior," he says with a smile.