Neil Flambe Novels & Stories

Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body. “You were always too soft, Bastion.” She says. “Too foolish and self-centered to see what I really needed.” The same man stands behind her, arms folded, looking like a muscle-bound god. “You want me to kill him, Flame?” She smiles “No. let him rot. He was never worth my time.” The vision faded and I screamed, not out loud, my dry throat couldn’t handle it. But inside, where it counts. Where she wants it to hurt.

“Roman’s the eldest. He collects skulls. Real ones. Anton is a mafia businessman—manipulative, power-hungry, and… let’s just say he doesn’t like women.” “Maksim is in the army—cold and brutal. Rarely home, but he plays dirty. Denis is a doctor who experiments on people with toxins. Viktor is a silent lawyer for the U.S. government. He and Denis are twins. Both are snakes.” Lisa lowered her voice. “Ivan is the youngest legit son. A total womanizer. He’s dangerous... and hates the illegitimate one—Kieran.” Avery frowned. “Kieran...” “He’s Sergei’s seventh son. Born to a maid who vanished. No one talks to him. He’s... isolated. Hated. Punished. But…”

For refusing to be controlled. Not for something like that. Something small. Something quiet. Something chosen. Kaelith lowered his hand. Behind him, something roared. Another fight broke out. Flames surged upward like they always did. Hell continued without him. He didn’t move. Not immediately. “…weird,” he said under his breath. Then he straightened, the smirk returning like nothing had happened. “Alright, fragile creatures. I’ll admit it. That was mildly interesting.” He stepped back from the edge, the vision of the world fading as Hell took over again.

The sight made her mouth water with sudden, shameful hunger. “You’re playing with fire here,” she breathed, feeling her resistance cracking more with every passing second. Marcus leaned in slowly, his warm breath hot against her ear. “Then burn with me, Professor Brown. Let’s see how hot we can make it.” Elena’s hand moved without any conscious thought, brushing firmly against the massive, throbbing bulge in his pants. She froze instantly, her heart slamming wildly in her chest like a drum. Marcus groaned softly, his eyes half-closed in raw pleasure. “Fuck… you feel that, don’t you? That’s what you do to me every single time I see you.”

I’m combining all the books of this series in one. So going to change the tittle from ‘Forbidden Flames: My Best Friend’ to ‘Forbidden Flames: Steamy Series’ of this book. Forbidden Flames: My Stepbrother Stella I was a broken soul, and I never thought that I would be healed by my stepbrother. Alex My stepsister, whom I thought would hate her, but she became the one and only person whom I desire deeply. *** "No. Flower, you're not ugly. If you could see yourself through my eyes, you'd understand how beautiful and desirable you are." I hold her face in my hands again, pulling her closer.

he replied smoothly, keeping his tone steady. Alysha met his gaze, unyielding. “Then how did you know I was a doctor?” For a brief second, Neil faltered, an almost imperceptible hesitation that only fueled her suspicions. He recovered quickly, leaning forward, his voice hardening. “Listen to me carefully,” he said, his tone low and commanding. “Do you know who I am? I am Neil Holland, the owner of the Holland Empire. My time is far too valuable to spend here explaining myself to you. Yet here I am, in person. Why?” He paused, his gaze piercing. “Because you need to remember exactly where you are working and for whom you are working.”

Watching this pair of shameless lovers put on such a melodramatic show in front of me almost made me gag. With a mocking sneer, I said, "You should feel guilty. My dear husband chose to save his old flame while leaving his actual wife to fend for herself. If I were to spread the word, do you think the two of you would be drowned in public outrage?" Celestine stiffened for a moment at my words, but she quickly recovered and suddenly lunged toward the wall as if to bash her head against it. "Let me die! Let me die! It's my fault Ophelia got burned. I'll compensate her with my life!"

I’d be locked up in a heartbeat. “Oi, what are you doing? Where is she?” Levi bounds into the office looking around. Confused that I would be sitting away in the office when I’d found my mate. I gesture at the screen as Levi comes around the back of the desk beside me “Who is that?” “My mate, she’s fucking human”

The door closed, and after a minute, loud thuds were heard. Inside the room, the smell was mixed with Niel’s wine pheromones and the musty scent of the fluid he released. He was sitting on the side, his body leaning on the wall, but his head was down. If Liam were to pick him up, he could easily throw him out without resistance. “Still alive?" cold and chilling to the bone. Liam’s eyes were glowing with anger; every step he took carried his loathing to Niel. Ever since they were young, Niel has been blaming him for his incompetence, his sensitive ego, and his being a regular alpha. When Liam was minding his own business, Niel was minding Liam’s business.