Light A Flame Lyrics Novels & Stories

His voice blurred slightly in the wind. "I brought you here at last. Didn't you always want to see the stars here?" My spirit floated beside him. My heart ached at the sight of his aged back. He scattered my ashes gently across the surface of the lake. "You will always be the light of my life." I laughed and cried at the same time in the air above him. I felt my spirit slowly fading away. It was a sign that I was about to disappear completely, but I wasn't afraid anymore.

The Flame was gone, but its whisper lingered, soft and cold, a single word: Again. The world was theirs. But the fire was not done. And from the horizon, a new light rose, not gold, not white, but red, pulsing with a hunger that knew their names, their choices, their everything.

However, before I even reached the front entrance, I saw black smoke billowing out of the blazing house. Immediately, I thought about my son, Harrison Ellis, who should be sleeping in his room. Wasting no time, I drenched a piece of tissue to cover my nose and mouth before rushing in. As soon as I entered the living room, I could feel the flames licking at my skin. The pain intensified as boils soon formed on my red, swollen skin. Every time I breathed in, it felt as though I were inhaling burning hot coals. Even my throat felt like it'd been scalded, causing so much pain that I couldn't even speak. My tears flowed uncontrollably.

"These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie." When I saw how happy Mom looked, I regretted not bringing her home earlier. She'd been subjected to insults and mockery with Dad, but at home, she was Grandpa and Grandma's pride and joy. We had a lively meal. Uncle Brad turned on the TV to watch the news. Just then, a breaking news report came on. "A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire."

There will be no one else—only you in my heart, my eyes, and my life! I corrected him calmly, "Don't flatter yourself. That was nothing more than the basic concern any person would have for an injured firefighter. If you hadn't been hurt on duty and if your coworkers hadn't kept pestering Anwen, I wouldn't have even bothered about you." Benedict stiffened, murmuring, "You really won't forgive me? I'll do anything for you!" I smirked. "How about I go have a child with someone else, and you play the fool again?"

Lexie's POV I really was destined to be damned. I took a deep breath and looked at Brandon's dazed, lifeless expression. Then, I started laughing. He demanded to know what I was laughing at. I said, "This is our karma." He froze, then cried again. I watched him suffer without saying a word. Daniella had personally told me she didn't hate him. Daniella was a great person, but I wasn't. I wanted him to suffer for the rest of his life.

Only forward remained and the flame? The flame was ready.

Did not turn on the light, groping forward in the darkness, she was very relieved, here one thing a piece, are all familiar to her not to be able to be familiar again. All the way forward, unexpectedly, touched the edge of the table, her hand, and fumble on the tabletop for a while, touched an object, 'click', the moment, the fire light up, her hand, holding up the lit match stick, faintly and unnoticeably trembled for a moment, still came to the table with two scented candles, lit up. "Do you still remember, that day, the fire light in the sky, so many people, are watching outside, maybe the fire is too big, maybe I'm too uninviting, so many people only you took the lead and rushed in .....