In The Burning Heart Novels & Stories

There’s nothing but our two hearts beating together, our two bodies blending and coming apart in perfect communion. “This,” I murmur in awe. “What, baby?” “Nirvana,” I gasp. We found it. The highest state of consciousness. Of ecstasy. Of pleasure. Tom grips my ass harder, fingers digging into the flesh. He gives my cheek a slap. Time starts again. Or I should say the time bomb starts ticking. Need licks through me like flames. I have to come. Now. “Jasmine,” Tom grates. His voice is beyond rough. His expression pained.

Burning for her in a fire that I don't think I could be able to ever fucking extinguish, burning for her madly, crazily, yet again looking at her drop dead sexy picture was the only cure that could ignite the hate within me to that good for nothing bastard billionaire and make me want to have her to myself the more. Burning for her, even though I failed last time to make her mine, still I would never stop trying cause she, like the air was something I needed for myself alone. "MYSELF ALONE, NO SHITTY BODY ELSE." "NO...NO... FUCKING...FUCKING BODY"

I felt like I was burning, my heart racing, my soul soaring. At this moment, nothing else mattered. Only Tom, only me, only us. We were two hearts, beating as one, our love a flame that burned brighter with every passing moment. As Tom's hold on me tightened, I felt like I was being consumed by a fire that threatened to engulf me whole. His arms were a vice, crushing me to his chest, but I didn't want to escape. I wanted to be trapped, to be held captive by the intensity of his emotions.

~ANASTASIA~ Have you ever had a heart attack? The one that feels like your heart is on fire? The burning starts small, like a spark, but then it spreads fast; it doesn't stop. No matter how deep you breathe, it's still there—hot, forceful, and unshakeable. If you had it, then you know how I was feeling right now. I opened my mouth and gasped for air, but nothing helped; it was as if a fire was lit in my chest, and it refused to let go.

"I don't believe in miracles anymore, Ben. I believe in stubbornly refusing to die. There's a difference." "Is there?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Sometimes I think your stubborn refusal to give up is the closest thing to a miracle I've seen since The Burning." The mention of The Burning made my chest tighten, as it always did. The memories were still too fresh, too raw. I could still smell the smoke, hear the screms, see the sky turning that terrible shade of orange as the world caught fire. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on putting one foot in front of the other.

Love is found here In our sacred space I hear Your Voice I see your face You're still my first love You're still my only one There's a table just for you and me Break the bread and pour the wine Perfect union Nothing in between I am Yours and You are mine I feel my heart beating out of my chest I wanna stay forever like this May the flame of my heart always be lit I wanna burn forever like this Your love is wild Your love is wild for me Reignite the fire Reignite the fire of our hearts oh God Reignite our fire Let it burn for You Breathe on the embers of my heart Fan it to flame Let it burn Let it burn Fresh wind, fresh fire My heart burns for You . . every single line of his song made her t

“They will. And when they do, your world will burn.” He lifted his sword, and black fire coiled around the blade. Edward lunged again, his weapon meeting the Commander’s mid-swing. The explosion of force sent both of them flying backward. “Edward!” I screamed, running toward him. He hit the ground hard, blood on his lips but eyes still fierce. “Finish it,” he rasped. “Now.” The Commander turned toward me. Shadows surged from his hands, tendrils snaking toward my throat. I reached inside myself, deeper than before—past the fear, past the exhaustion—until I found the core of the Heart. The rhythm steadied, a living heartbeat beneath my own. It didn’t just burn anymore. It called.

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...

Chapter 55 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… How could a heart ache when it no longer existed? I had become something unholy—flame-wreathed bone, a screaming soul bound in fire. When I snapped, I didn’t break—I burned. My rage flared hotter than the sun, a molten scream that cracked the earth open beneath my feet and pulled the sky down in a frenzy of tornados.

“We both know you wouldn’t dare.” “Try me,” she whispered with a wicked smile, then kissed him hard. Their bodies moved with practiced rhythm. This wasn’t love,it was lust, greed, and power games all wrapped into one heated exchange. Clothes flew off. Moans filled the room. And when it was over, they lay there breathless, not from emotion, but from the thrill of getting everything they wanted without consequences. Tamara lit a cigarette, took a drag, and handed it to Rumero. “So what’s next?”