Love That Burns Against Fate Novels & Stories

She just hadn’t known back then, too busy basking in the fantasy of marrying me. Gianna thought I was her love, the one she could count on. The joy and hope in those texts burned my eyes. Before I realized it, I was crying. Tears fell onto the screen. I tried to text her now. I wanted to tell her how much I loved her, how deeply regretful I was for the foolish plan I’d put in motion. How badly I wanted her back, so I could take her hand and make vows to her at our wedding. But as soon as I hit send, the message showed "blocked by receiver.”

The assistant let out a sharp cry and looked anxiously at Milton. "Mr. Jenning, Mrs. Jenning just had a skin graft. Now she's suffering from severe burns again…" Because Rita had intentionally burned her arm, Milton had dragged me onto the operating table and forced me to undergo surgery to make up for it. At the memory, a sharp cramp shot through my lower abdomen. The doctors who had been fawning over Rita sneered. "You're defending her this much—what, got some shady relationship going on?" "She brought this on herself. Throwing tantrums and threatening suicide over some love rivalry with Ms. Atkinson—everyone knows the Jenning family's wife is vicious."

"After I found out you gave my bone marrow to Renee behind my back, I stopped trying to love you. That last week? I was just surviving. By the time I wrote that letter, I never wanted to see you again." Lyra replayed it all in her head—Joel had been her first real love. Growing up watching her parents' picture-perfect marriage, she honestly believed loving hard meant getting love back. Saying she never loved him would've been a straight-up lie. She stood by him through five brutal years, carrying everything without complaint. But right when she thought they'd finally move forward, Joel just... kept breaking her—for Renee. No one could survive that kind of heartbreak and still stay sane.

I grip his face hard, kissing him back with the same savage need, the same ruthless dominance. There’s nothing soft about this. This isn’t lust. This isn’t love. This is raw. This is burning hot. This is fucking war. This fire, this chaos, this fucking madness. It’s as violent as a winter storm and just as merciless. A forest fire with no end, devouring everything in its path. Even if it’s wrong. So fucking wrong. And the worst part is, I hate that I love it. We are enemies. We’ve crossed lines that can never be fixed.

His name caught in my throat as I whispered, “What if you’re the fuel?” He closed the distance between us before I could blink, his hands cradling my face, his touch burning but steady. “Then I’ll burn gladly,” he said, voice low, eyes fierce. “I’ll burn before I ever let it take you.” My heart twisted painfully at the devotion in his words—at the way his love had become both shield and blade. I wanted to believe we were strong enough to defy whatever darkness waited, but the shard pulsed again, answering something unseen. It felt almost like laughter beneath my skin.

“Claire, it seems you are so busy these past few days. I barely see you here in the mansion,” her mother said. “I’m very sorry mother. I’m just having so much fun on the book I read. It has really a great story. So I always look for a place where I can be alone.” “Oh what story it is?” “It is titled, Against the Tragic Fate. It is the story where the lead character was given a chance to relive her life again and fight the tragic ending of her story in her previous life.” Claire lied.

I said to myself OMG I am now in trouble how am I supposed keep my lust in check. Damn it now trying to resist the lust and fire within me. please come in i said as he walk in pass me his cologne and his body was so mesmerizing that I stand their by the door for a good three minutes before coming back to my senses and closing the door. I said to myself why did this man had to be so handsome why did I had to have this intense attraction for him.

My fire guttered, feeding on what little air remained, and every flicker of flame drained me further. I should have let it die. I should have preserved what strength I had left. But she was shaking in my arms, her skin ice against the burn of dust and blood, and I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Not after she’d said she loved me. The curse hissed in my veins, a voice of mockery, of hunger. It wanted me broken. It wanted her gone. It whispered of inevitability, of the abyss devouring all things. But Arielle’s threads wove through me, steadying, defiant. She pressed her forehead against mine, even as her breaths came shallow. “We’ll find a way out.”

His face turned toward her, caught up between pain and serenity. The voice of the fire-woman returned, echoing all around them. “The game has only just begun. You must choose betrayal. If you don’t…betrayal will choose you.” Camela fell to her knees, crying. “Why do you want this? Why tear us apart?” The voice laughed cruelly and endlessly. “Because love is a lie until it survives the fire. And your fire is still craving more.” Vincent's lips moved as he whispered through the flames. “Camela. Don’t give up.”

Her voice lowered until it wrapped around me like smoke. “Your heart will burn for her and through that fire, your enemies will see your weakness. They will use it. The question is whether that fire consumes only you or consumes the world with you.” For a moment I couldn’t breathe. The room felt smaller like the walls themselves were pressing in. “You think I’ll destroy everything because of a woman?” “I think that love and destruction are brothers. You’ve been running from one and it will deliver you to the other.” “I don’t love her and I never will!” Something isnde me snapped at the incredulity and I hissed.