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“Do you think he can bear your fire without burning?” Nora’s fire surged at the insult, searing my skin, but I caught it, redirected it, flung it back into the Sigil burning in my palm. “I don’t have to bear it,” I snarled, my own voice warped with flame. “I welcome it.”

That is when something weird happens my heart starts to feel like it is burning, I pause for a minute and Arizer realises that something is wrong and stops. "What, what is it? what's wrong?" The burning had stopped so I say "Nothing I'm ok now carry on." "Are you sure, I don't want to hurt you?" "I'm sure." He starts sliding in and out out of me again and then it is the weirdest thing, I hear the word Mate in my head.

But he burned all my hope in a minute. My tears rolled burning my eyes looking at the ashes that once was Aryan and me. " You don't need them. We will take much more beautiful photos of you and me. I will fill up this whole house with it. You know I fucking hate how he looks at you. Its my job to do. I hated these photos from the moment I saw it in your apartment. But now that I have burned it I felt contended, its like burning what was between you two. "

she said, wiping tears from her eyes. As Asher gazed at the pictures, a spark reignited within him, like a dormant flame suddenly roaring back to life. A fierce rage coursed through his veins, searing his heart with an intense desire to hurt Kaidën. His vision blurred, tinged with a crimson haze, as his anger threatened to consume him.

I cannot swallow the bitter taste of failure. Without knowing it, I roar in so much anger and Sid yelps. I look at him and he cowers. I am too angry to notice that the whole place is now as bright as daytime. I let out another blood curdling howl. I am hurt. I am bruised and I am broken. My heart hurts and my soul is in turmoil. It might not have gone too far, but I wish to unsee all that. I scream and a ball of fire comes from my hand sizzles when it reaches the water. I am surprised to have my power back

I had never burned a day in my life, so I never even considered sunscreen, but apparently my mate had needed it. I felt horrible for not properly caring for her. “T, are you set?” I asked. “I’m great, why?” “Uh, babe, you’re burnt. I don’t mean like a little either. You are extra crispy everywhere.” When I said everywhere, I mean everywhere. Her perfect breasts were just as burnt. A hazard of floating naked. “What?” she asked and ran into the house. “No!” I heard her yell when she finally saw herself.

" 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

“You think I’m going to relieve you from this just because you decided to throw a tantrum that your beloved brother chose someone else over you?” His eyes blazed. “Feel it,” he growled. “Feel this pain. The same goddamn ache I’ve lived with for YEARS! You think you’re burning now, Noora Veneitte?” He leaned closer, lips barely brushing hers. “You don’t know what it’s like… to BURN in silence.” Noora stared at him. Speechless. The hate. The hurt. The desire—all crashing in waves across his features. And yet… Somehow… It didn’t sting the way it should have.

One of her eyebrows twitches upwards slightly, before cultivating a sly half-smile. I am parched. My agony crescendos. Were Charlotte and Heron back together? When did they reconcile? I do not understand, but the heat prevents me from processing anything else, other than that my beloved was with his true love. I cast my eyes to the heavens. Nothing compared to the pain of the trillion splinters that my heart smashed into. It hurt more than the fire that now began to burn my skin. Peeling my flesh off my lower half slowly. Immense tears brimmed and spilled over the vertical drop of my eyelids. The burning sensation spreads across my chest, making every breath a struggle.

I am happy. Yet, I don't know why but my heart's heavy and I want to burn the whole of Washington down to ashes. What is this feeling? Tbc...