My Burning Heart Novels & Stories

" … Edward frowned deeply. When he spoke, it sounded like he was grinding his teeth. "Jasmine, your sister is about to kill herself, and you're still thinking about a handkerchief? "Is romance really that important to you? Important enough to make you this cruel?" The moon hung high in the sky. It was already late at night. Edward turned and stormed off, his sleeve snapping in the wind. I stood alone in the middle of the street, the cold wind making my head spin. However, the colder my heart felt, the tighter I held onto the engagement document.

My dress slid dangerously high as he rolled his hips into mine, the friction sending fire licking through my veins. My fingers curled into his shoulders, barely holding on as he spun me, dipped me, and pulled me back with a force that stole the breath from my lungs. Oh my God. I was drowning. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew people were watching. I knew the room still existed. But it felt unreal now. The only thing that felt real was him. Then, the chorus hit. "I'd let the world burn Let the world burn for you This is how it always had to end

“If I can’t contain it, it’ll destroy me.” His heart slammed against his ribs. He moved on instinct, closing the space between them and gripping her wrist. The contact nearly burned him, but he didn’t care. “Then I’ll burn with you,” he said, his voice breaking through the storm. For a second, something in her expression softened—the fire flickered, her lips parted as if she wanted to say his name. But before she could speak, a deep, thunderous sound echoed from above, shaking the chamber walls.

But the word refused to come. Instead, my quietness spoke louder than anything. His gaze dropped to my lips, hunger sparking in his eyes. The fire surged with him, flames dancing wildly, painting his skin in gold and red. “I can hear it,” he whispered. “Your heartbeat. It’s calling me.” I closed my eyes, torn in half by desire and fear. “And if it destroys you?” “Then I’ll burn smiling,” he said, his voice breaking with naked truth. The fire leapt so high it nearly touched the sky, and for the first time I realized my heart wasn’t only directing his flames.

The warmth radiating from him was unbearable and excruciating. When he thought the desperation and burning were the worst of it, a new pang attacked. A brutal bolt sprouted from his head and increased to his heart, resulting in him arching from the hay bed. His exhausted howls find themselves a whine that left him in a fragile state. His hands clutched his heart when it beat harder and harder. He pulled his fists away and shouted in horror at the sight of his arms. It was burning green and orange.

“Despite that, it wasn’t your fault, you should be wise enough to know that you need a break before catching any so-called feelings for anybody.” “Your heart needs to heal from all of this. Don't you get it Emily?” Never in my life have I seen Aunt Claudia exert so much intensity in her anger. Well, not like I have known her for long but I have only always felt a sort of happy aura around her. “I'm sorry Aunty, I understand this.” I was just about to explain myself further but our conversation was interrupted by a similar anonymous text message again and I quietly read it to myself at once.

Was this how I would die? Tristan would think it was deliberate. He would think I was so angry that I burned down his house. The thought of Tristan's misunderstanding hurt almost as much as the fire's heat. I prayed desperately, "Why would the door jam at a crucial moment?" My body felt weak, my mind dizzy. Something wasn't right, but I couldn't tell what it was. The smoke was disorienting, making it hard to think or breathe. I tried to link Tristan, but my wolf was docile. I began to suspect I was inhaling more than smoke. I knew I would die in there, so I mustered my will and energy and tried to link one last time. "Tristan, help me," I linked him.

*** James The sound of my heartbeat hammered in my chest, each beat a violent, relentless thrum that threatened to deafen me as I pushed through the choking smoke. My eyes burned, but they were fixed—locked—on Katniss. There, in the center of the inferno, her body motionless, consumed by flames that seemed to have a mind of their own. The fire wasn’t just destroying the house; it was alive, vicious, almost as if it were taking revenge, as if it had been waiting for this moment. The orange and red tongues of flame reached hungrily, devouring everything they could touch, twisting and flicking in every direction, daring anyone to come close. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was her.

he asked which caused me to open my eyes and feel the rapid beating of his heart. "Yeah," I answered. "A Glacia's heart is not beating, Fhyra," I freed myself from his embrace when I heard him. "What do you mean? Is that bad for you?! What shall we do--" "Shhh," He said as he took me back into his arms to calm me. "A Glacia's heart is frozen until it found it's soulmate," he said which made my eyes bulge. "You see, Princess? All I need is the touch of your flaming heart to melt my frozen one." he said sincerely which made my heart constrict because of too much happiness.

he asked back, holding back his anger. She nodded her head with her heart crying. He gripped her face, making her look into his eyes with anger burning within him. “Don't you have a heart?! I love you with all my heart and you have broken my heart into small pieces. I am willing to forgive you even though your father killed my father. I will forgive what you did as long as you will come back to me. But you don't care about that at all,” he said in deep voice. “You played with my heart just to save your lover's life!!!”