Lagu Fire Novels & Stories

The cathedral burned at 03:17 like a witch on fire. I stood barefoot on the Lower East Side sidewalk in Luca’s black priest coat—wool heavy with sweat, cunt-juice, and the sharp smell of my own blood—watching flames eat the colored glass into melting rainbows. Sirens screamed loud; cops blocked the street with yellow tape moving like white flags. News helicopters beat the air, lights cutting the smoke. The dark-web show hit 1.4 million watchers before the feds killed it. Last picture frozen: Luca and Mara in cuffs down in the crypt, naked, collared, broken, my pussy still dripping down Mara’s chin.

It's not even bright outside. He walks into the club, more like bounce. He gets into the club and a few minutes later people start to run out of the building including the man, He walks out of the building. Now I understand, he didn't run out cause he already knows what is about to happen. He looks up at the cctv for a second before leaving the scene, a few seconds later, the building goes up in Flames. Rage builds in my blood at the sight. This is one stupid stunt and when I get my hands on the people responsible for this, they would wish they never had cross me. "The same thing happened in the second video" Tiana mentions as she turns the screen over to her front and types fasts on the key

I didn’t want to argue with her in front of Justin, so I said, "I need you to come with me." "I’m not coming with you, and you can’t fire him," She said. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Day by day, she gets more stubborn. "If you don’t come with me, I swear to God I will fire him, and I will make sure he never gets hired again," I said, my voice heavy with sincerity. I won’t hesitate to do that — after all, I don’t even care about Justin. Osline hesitated, but when she saw the sad look on Justin’s face, her heart must have melted, because she finally gave in. "Fine. I’ll go with you."

I said to him and smiled as my pack laughed at him. The green flames in his hands grew brighter and I smiled. I felt in total control of myself and I said the words in my head as I called for my own green fire. He looked at me and tried to send a wave of pain towards me. I looked at him. “Brotna fingr.” His forefinger was pulled upwards and backwards towards his wrist and broke as he screamed. “Trevor!” Lauren came from the side, a stabbing pain washed over me. Adara touched her as she began to chant. She fell to the floor and I looked back at Trevor.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

And I drown inside her with no intention To come above for salvation. She shines as bright as the moon. When she comes for me with a moan Once our souls became one I realize A Flame can be of course. Fettered by the honey. He sang the song ‘You are my FLAME’, the one he said he wrote on the night with me at the lake house. I was a bit shy and blushed, listening to it but I managed by clapping excitedly once he finished singing the song with his beautiful, smooth, silky voice.