In Flames Stay With Me Novels & Stories

She offered her hand, but I shook my head and waved her off. I needed to do this part alone. We stood in silence for a moment before she asked, “You want me to stay?” I hesitated. Then shook my head again. “No.” “Why?” “I don’t want comfort,” I said, my voice rough and low. “I don’t want to be held or told it’ll get better. I don’t want a warm hug or a soft place to land.” She didn’t speak, just waited. “I want fire,” I said. “I want to burn them all.”

"Mhm. I dreamt I was on fire. The flames were immense, burning fiercely. You stood beside me, wanting to embrace me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't push you away. In the end, you were consumed by the flames because of me." Grayson remained silent.

She said so casually it almost made my blood freeze, this bitch was crazy! ”I choose yet again fire!” She said like a lunatic ”I choose Gesar’s flames! Flor del fogo, you all will burn like the fire flower itself” she smiled ”You know Miles, flor del fogo is not for the weak nor for the faint hearted. I’m sorry you didn't make the cut. You don’t have what it takes. I have stopped being a good girl” I realized then she was serious. The bomb would collapse the chamber, kill us all.

When my thoughts scream too loud to bear, hush me—not with words, but with your mouth. You stood between fear and fire, still, you reached for me. Let me show you, Kael… that my flame was always meant to hold you— to warm you, not burn you. ______________________________

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.

CHAPTER FOUR “Why did you leave me there?” The voice echoed through the rain. My chest tightened. “I didn’t,” I whispered. “I tried—” “My fire,” he called again, his voice breaking. “Why did you leave me?” I stood frozen as blue flames burned before me. They weren’t violent. They were quiet. Beautiful. Just like they had been that night. His hand was stretched, he wanted me to come. He needed me to. I stepped closer, lifting my hand—then the rain came down suddenly. It was heavy and merciless, slamming into my skin like bullets. But the flames didn’t relent, it only grew.

In the end, I couldn't take it anymore and rushed into the fire department with a bouquet of roses. I yelled into the megaphone, "Jared, I like you! Marry me! I'll keep standing here until you come out and meet me!" After a long time, he finally came out, surrounded by his team members. He walked up to me and accepted the bouquet of roses, but he rejected me. "I appreciate your feelings, but I can't marry you." I asked him tearfully, "Why? Do you not like me at all?" "No." "Then, why? Tell me! At least give me a reason!"

she continued to plead with him. "Just relax, you don't have to be so afraid. Now close your eyes, and get ready to experience the best feeling of your life." - - - - - - Please follow me on Instagram, @jamersy.dreame

Their dragons began to breathe a bit of fire over my cuts before the girls used the razor blades they pulled out from their pockets to reopen my wounds. The pain was becoming too much to bear, but I welcomed the impending darkness, because at least, I would stop feeling. I won't beg for death, instead, I will welcome it. In death, there will be no pain, and most importantly, no dragons. Perhaps, I dreamed what happened next, when the girls abruptly stopped their burning and cutting once they reached my back. In my pain and drug-induced haze, I saw their dragons leap back into their bodies as the Hoity Hags quickly retreated. As I was trying to process what happened, I blacked out.

“Are you missing your beloved already?”, Lucas Stern asked, jabbing his friend in the ribs with the pen in his hand. Calvin Sinclair turned to glare at his closest friend. “What is wrong with you? What the hell did you do that for?”. Lucas ignored his icy glare as he joined him, placing his hands on the railing if the balcony that overlooked the brightly lit splendor of the big city. “Your sad look of pained longing was too much for me to bear and it appealed to my good heart so I thought to come out here and cheer you up”.