Is Fear The Flames Spicy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The atmosphere was thick with tension, a suffocating silence that hung in the air. Fear gripped the hearts of everyone present, their voices silenced by the gravity of the situation. All eyes were drawn to the flames that danced and devoured, their fiery tongues licking the darkness, casting an eerie glow upon the scene. Carmine's eyes burned with a dangerous intensity as he locked his gaze on Jasmine. She could feel his piercing stare, a silent demand for her compliance. Her trembling response was a clear indication of the fear that had taken hold of her as she shook her head, panicking.

For every fear that pops into your mind, my hands make it a reality. Flames of blue, red and white, hot enough to melt any earthly metal sweeps across my nails. The fire jumps from side to side as if hell’s small doe jumping through the ominous forest. One touch could make you feel pain for weeks, yet to me, it is my sweet burn of menthol across my chest. Breathing deeply, smelling your skin crisp under me that everyone here deserved, fuels my lust for destruction.

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

I howled in pain as stevia came in contact with my skin. “Don’t act, Alex. Even a human would not be hurt as much as you are howling by such a small fall. You won’t get any sympathy from me through your overdramatic act.” She shouted and banged the door shut. I lay there writhing in pain as the stevia burned through my flesh. It felt hotter than the lava, fiercer than the inferno of hell. I was blinded by the pain to a level that I couldn't think about anything.

My heart was soaring, my hands trembling with the thrill of creation, and I could not stop speaking, words tumbling out faster than I could even sort them. “Damian, can you believe it? Fire as a theme, dancers spinning like flames, colors bursting like embers on the plates. Oh, the flavors we could weave into it—smoked paprika, charred citrus, saffron glowing like molten gold. I could design a menu that makes people feel they are breathing in fire and swallowing light. And dessert, Damian, wait until you taste the dessert I am already imagining. It will be like ash and sweetness colliding in a single bite.”

"She's just a stranger. Don't dwell on it." I nodded. After a moment of hesitation, I added, "Can you make sure that father and son never come back here again?" He looked at me in surprise. "Why? Don't you like them?" "I don't," I answered honestly. "I feel nothing but disgust when I see them. I just want to stay as far away from them as possible. It's like… they've hurt me in ways that I don't even remember."

My body felt like it was rusted solid, but I clenched Nicole's hand tighter. From then on, we only had each other. I locked eyes with Simon one last time, finding nothing but emptiness. "I'm sorry for the trouble," I said to the onlookers. I nodded politely, straightened up, and walked out with slow, measured steps. Nicole did not fight me then. Instead, she whispered, "Mom, what about our stuff?" I shook my head and said, "Let's pretend it all went up in flames." Options were slim in the middle of the night, so I booked us into a motel.

The smell tempted him to vomit. His hands got tied with rusty metal chains. He cried in pain due to the fractured bones. They beat the pulp out of him with iron rods, the cracking sounds were audible. His screams were increasing with pain, yet he endured. They poured hot boiled water from the top of him, his injured flesh burned, and he felt, "Death would be much easier." He screamed with endless fear and terror. "That fear is what I want from my enemies." Rudra savored the moment while his lips slightly twitched upwards.

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.