Like Flame Novels & Stories

" 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

"I wouldn't lie to a woman so enchanting as you." He had a way with his words, I can give him that. "You're too precious for me to make up words so that I can earn your trust. You're smart enough and sometimes I envy you for your smartness given the fact that those assholes kept you away from the world. But you've aced it so well, you're successful in what you've been doing, your restaurant is flourishing, you put so much faith in what you do and now see how badass you've turned. You're a bombass and I wouldn't have felt in love with someone who wasn't as bomb with so much fire that can burn you alive as you."

Su Ren Yue gazed at the crescent moon on the sea and said, "Purple Violet Heavenly Flame." "Violet Violet Heavenly Flame?" Xiao Chuan's eyebrows condensed, the Violet Violet Heavenly Flame was one of the ten main fires in the world, between the Samadhi True Flame and the Nanming Li Fire, what she was looking for must have been the Origin Fire, not the Violet Violet Heavenly Flame that was cast by a nontreasure or an array, but what was she looking for this for?

As I stare into the tiny flame the old ladies words keep playing in my mind “A soul is much like a flame. It does not exist to simply be. It must be fed and nourished so that a flame becomes a fire. However, precaution is needed to handle such a thing. In one’s control it can create such beauty and flow abundantly. Although, when out of control it can become the greatest distraction that will destroy everything in its path” As I recite them once more I blow out a breath heavily.

They overcame his energy barrier and invaded his body, making him feel cold all over. “What flame can produce this power?” Shawn yelled in disbelief. He had never seen such a strange flame. Delia looked at Philip in admiration. The people of the Smith Guild were very familiar with this flame. Every weaponsmith had a flame of their own, but the flames were not powerful. If they encountered rare precious materials, some flames might not even work. Delia also had a flame of her own called Cloud Flame, which she found during her travels. This flame ranked seventh on the list, and everyone yearned for it.

The Flame had a guardian. And nothing would be the same again.

In the end, I couldn't take it anymore and rushed into the fire department with a bouquet of roses. I yelled into the megaphone, "Jared, I like you! Marry me! I'll keep standing here until you come out and meet me!" After a long time, he finally came out, surrounded by his team members. He walked up to me and accepted the bouquet of roses, but he rejected me. "I appreciate your feelings, but I can't marry you." I asked him tearfully, "Why? Do you not like me at all?" "No." "Then, why? Tell me! At least give me a reason!"

As the fire raged fiercely, I took my husband's hand and tried to rush out of the banquet hall with him. However, Frank Winston shook me off and turned to run toward his assistant, Johanna Scott. As I stood frozen in disbelief, the cabinet beside me collapsed with a rumble and pinned me beneath it. I yelled out for Frank, but he simply picked Johanna up and hurried off without a single glance back at me. Flames and thick smoke enveloped me. I watched helplessly as Frank and Johanna moved further and further away until I eventually lost consciousness.

The flame took it. I watched it burn.

The word was hard and I trailed my fingers over him, knowing these symbols sometimes meant there was a thick scar which has been covered but somehow, I was still fascinated by every one of them. Maybe because I already knew he was far from been a good boy because it was obviously a gunshot scar but the tattoo was a burning flame. “Tell me what one means.” “No.” I couldn’t stop touching him not only because he was hands-down the sexiest man I’d ever seen but because he was the most fascinating cold-mannered professional on the outside, and a dirty-playing criminal below the surface. I wrapped my hand around the flame tattoo on his arm. “This one, please tell me what this one means and then I’