Light My Fire Book Novels & Stories

Did he expect me to praise him? “You know what, shades guy” he pointed at my chest with his fingers “Are you on something dude?” I frowned. The guy thought I was being timid, he grabbed my shirt and pulled me from my leaning position. I was rather grateful that I wore shades because the way I felt red haze cover my eyes, the guy would run out of fright. “Am I on something? Are you asking me if I’m on something? Are you serious?” the guy chuckled then sniffed releasing me from his hold

"You are my Light that illuminates the Darkness within me..." Never before could I have thought that these words would evoke such great emotions in me and would be associated with a person who completely turned my world upside down. There were actually two people who did this, but one in particular shook my heart especially hard.

Maybe the facade only looks small with the help of optical illusion. I didn't speak. I looked around and there were many books scattered there. There is also a cauldron over the fire inside the fireplace. Something was brewing and the ladle was spinning and mixing the liquid. I tried not to be amazed but even so, I was still amazed by everything I was seeing. "Sicario, is he the one you say is your grandson?" Merlin asked Grandpa. Grandpa smiled. He looks proud like I am some kind of a prized possession.

felt like my soul would burst. I felt Selwyn try to reach me through our bond but he couldn’t leave the library. His confusion and worry for me was seeping into the corners of my mind. Then I felt his furry as he shifted and began ripping apart the library. I knew Prince Scott wouldn’t let him hurt anyone if they entered the library. I couldn’t reach out to my treasure to reassure him as the pain became unbearable. I screamed as my body elevated off the bed and erupted into blue flames. I trusted the mother goddess and knew she wouldn’t kill me but I never imagined that a recharge from her would be like this. Dragons were forged in fire and we didn’t burn at all but these flames felt like I

I quickly put myself in order and walked to him. He turned around at the sound of my footsteps. He looked at me with disgust which was uncalled for. "You're late, aren't you?" He asked as he took in my disordered look. "I went out on a little errand, sir," I said as I looked at his feet. "Look at me when I speak to you!" He shouted. "Yes, Mr. Wade." I looked at him as tears welled up in my eyes. "Now listen to me. You're fired! Got that. Fired!"

His expression offered no hint of guilt or remorse for the act he was going to commit. In the next instant, he produced a lighter, moving farther away from the gasoline-soaked floor. With a flick of his thumb, a small flame ignited. My breath caught in my throat as I watched him toss the lighter into the gasoline. Flames erupted, spreading voraciously, devouring everything in their path. The fire spreading rapidly and hungrily consuming everything in its path.

"Only one way to prove that." "Careful, wife." I warned, my voice low and teasing. "I always rise to a challenge." She laughed softly, her gaze falling to the book she’d closed. "Do you know what this book’s about?" I glanced at the title again, pretending to think. "A family, right? Something about poverty and resilience?" She nodded, seeming a bit surprised though she had found the book in the beach house, probably assuming I've never read it. "It’s about overcoming tough beginnings and finding beauty in broken places. It’s sad but also hopeful." Her voice softened and she looked thoughtful.

The goddess must hate me for some reason. Wiping the thought from my mind, my eyes land on the only fictional book in the stack. I am actually a “facts over fiction” kind of girl usually. But, this time, I find myself choosing otherwise. Maybe it’s time for a change. Running my fingers across the cover and staring at the fiery red dragon, I am suddenly reminded of Millie. Goddess, Millie!

FINAL BEAT Later, standing by my window, the city lights reflecting like fractured stars, I let my hand linger in his. No past. No claims. No games. Just choice. And that, I finally understood, was the most dangerous, most intoxicating fire of all. Because fire, once chosen, never lets you go — not entirely. And maybe, just maybe, neither did we.

"No, wait. That'd mean she'd get to benefit from your powers, too. I don't want that. I'd rather see her burn up in the heat, crawling at my feet and begging me to save her." I couldn't help smirking bitterly. Sometimes, I truly didn't know what I'd ever done to deserve her hatred. She couldn't stand the thought of me being happy and would rather suffer herself. Still, I had to admit—she and Snowviper were a perfect pair. The two of them were rotten in the exact same way. Her eyes lit up suddenly, as if she'd been injected with pure adrenaline. She wiped away her tears, forced herself upright, and said, "Give me the phone. I'm calling Megan. I wanna hear her beg while she cooks alive."