In Your Heart Shall Burn Novels & Stories

I can hear her trembling breath. She grunts and drops his head, but he catches himself before he lands in the fire. She walks behind me and starts to pace. I look at her red knuckles. They are going to bruise. After a few seconds, her watery eyes look into mine. "I'm sorry..." Her shaky voice whispers. I hate that she keeps apologizing. "Nara.. You walked into the Red Revel.. You knew the rules, and everything that could have happened. A sick whore like you needed to lear She draws her gun and shoots him right between the eyes. His head falls into the flames and starts to burn.

She smiled, feeling the heat of the fire that was beginning to burn within her. And with that, the Starfire was kindled. ---

His presence flickered through the fire, a thread of warmth and calm. “You’re not alone in there,” he said. “I’m with you.” I gasped, clutching at the sound, focusing on it like it was my only lifeline. The fire roared again, but this time I didn’t fight it. I listened. Underneath the fury, beneath the grief, there was something else — a heartbeat. A single pulse that matched my own. The Fireborne’s memory wasn’t just pain. It was protection. Every burn, every blaze, every death — it was all for survival. For love.

The fire moves faster, hungrier. Every ounce of the poison it burns increases and makes the fire burn hotter, brighter. My heart is beating so hard it feels like it will jump out of my chest. And then something snaps. The power explodes outward. And then I can’t see anything at all. Only light. Blinding, endless light that pours out of me in a violent surge. I hear shouting behind me. But I'm no longer in charge, the fire is acting of its own accord, an ancient understanding fills me.

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"

City A, 15 years ago, in a dilapidated house, the firelight was slowly spearing to every corner. The fire made a crackling, crackling, ticking sound that echoed in the stillness of the night. Suddenly, the fire flared up violently. It engulfed everything it passed through. In that deadly fire, the image of a rose playing in the sea of ​​​​fire slowly appeared. It shone extremely brightly and then began to fade to ashes. That rose was like his heart. Since that day, his heart had died, left only the animosity.

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.

Fireheart. I guess his heart burns with a smouldering fire, just like his gaze. His gaze was like a physical touch, sending shivers down my spine and making my skin tingle with a mix of fear and excitement. I tried to look away, but his eyes held me captive, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

Dedication. For the hearts that break, burn, and bloom again. To every soul who has ever been rejected, forgotten, or silenced — this story is for you. There are moments in life when we believe our pain makes us unworthy of love, when the world feels too dark to remember the warmth we once carried. We shrink, we hide, and we tell ourselves that maybe it’s safer to stop feeling altogether. But the truth is this: the heart that still aches is the one still alive. The flame that trembles in the wind is proof that it refuses to die.

“ My patience has now paid off. I love you more, my love. I swear with all my life that I will make you happy and give you all. I will never betray you.” Danielle moved her face closer to him again. Their eyes were sparkling with full of love. There's no more hint of hatred nor jealousy in Anthony's eyes. Anthony bent his head to kiss her. Then, Anthony lifted her up and they turned around and around while their lips was tasting the sweetness of their kiss.