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Alice snapped Kingston roll his eyes and walked away from her sight “You really won’t say anything about It?” Alice asked Kingston didn’t say a word “Fine,,goodbye” Alice said and turned back She walked away Kingston fold his fists angrily,,his hands which was placed on the table started bringing out some flames of fire,,his eyes and hair turning red. The table was almost catching fire when the door opened again and Alice c@m£ in “I c@m£ to take my book,,,,” she st©pped when she saw Kingston and her eyes wi-de-ned

WARNING:- This chapter contains heavy sexual content not suitable for young readers. Have you ever felt the burn of fire? As it crept up your body starting from the tips of your toes to every strand of your hair? Its scorching heat eats at your skin and you have no power over it. None at all. I cannot seem to open my eyes. They feel very heavy to do so but my ears discern the scream filled with agony and my throat pains from the strength of it. My body is shaking with full force and I feel several hands holding me down.

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

" I forced myself to look away from her breathtaking body and focus on the hand she had outstretched to me and then raised my eyes to meet her gaze, which held no trace of her smile. Her eyes tell a tale opposite the proper, posh princess she was trying to portray. Her eyes, a beautiful shade of emerald with brown honey flakes, told the truth. They radiated hatred, anger, and anguish. They showed shimmers of the need for an adventure, the hope for a new beginning, and when my gaze fully met hers, they showed a flicker of desire, of want. They lit a flame deep within me, an inferno that only she would be able to extinguish if I let her close enough. "Hades," I reply, ignoring her outstretched

Phoenix fire. I was everywhere and nowhere. I was the flame that danced in every torch, the heat in every breath, the light of the stars themselves. I could feel every heartbeat in the circle, taste every fear, every hope. And then, in the center of the inferno, I began to reform. First bones, gleaming gold instead of white. Then muscles, woven from threads of fire. Skin that sparkled with embedded flames. And finally, opening my eyes, I found they now burned with eternal fire.

I interrupted. Her cheeks went red, and her eyes brightened. With a groan, I shook my head. My wolf was growling at me even before I said, “It’s not worth crying over.” The book blew up. Every page lit on fire as it burst outward, flying in every direction. A chunk of the flaming spine hit me square in my chest. I batted it away, yelping in shock. There was a slight burn where it’d hit me, but nothing bad. I stomped out the flames and made my way to the other bits of burning paper, putting out the fires.

Hell never stayed the same long enough to get bored. Which was good. Kaelith hated being bored. The ground beneath him cracked open again with a loud, satisfying snap, spilling molten fire upward like it had something to prove. A creature with too many limbs crawled out of it, shrieking like it had just discovered existence and already regretted it. Kaelith glanced at it. “Yeah, same,” he muttered. The creature lunged at him. He did not move at first. He let it get close. Very close. Close enough that it thought it had a chance.