Otis Firefly Novels & Stories

The whip came down, and Giara let out a heart-wrenching scream. The sound was nothing like her usual soft whimpers. It was sharp, twisted, and raw. "I don't know! I really don't know anything! It hurts so much, Simon!" "Is that so?" Simon lashed again mercilessly. "Does it hurt? Does it hurt more than lying on a cold operating table and having someone tear your baby apart?" Giara convulsed violently, sobbing, "I don't know what you're talking about… Please, believe me…"

On the night of my fifth wedding anniversary with Sebastian Gray, he lit up the entire city with fireworks for me. All our friends kept saying what a wonderful man he was—so loving, so romantic. The kind of husband every woman dreams of. At the grand finale, the fireworks burst into words that lit up the night sky: Happy Birthday, Jen. Jennifer Kingsley was Sebastian's first love, his ideal woman, the one who had always lingered in his heart. Sebastian looked at me, his expression almost sheepish. "Ah, it's Jen's birthday too. They must have mixed up the fireworks."

Light crawled up the walls like fireflies on fire. And Raven— Raven started to dissolve. And then— Boom.

He replies. "Good. You are dismissed." I state, nodding for him to get out of my office. Mickey slowly makes his way out of his seat, his legs shaking from the amount of pain he's in. He's wobbly on his two feet once he can get in the standing position; as he walks to the door, he starts to walk more in a curvy wave instead of a straight line, indicating that he took a few too many hits to the head. He'll die before the nights over if I leave him like he is.

I slid my fingers back to where my tongue had just been. My mate whimpered then growled feeling the beginning frustrations inside her. She wanted release already and I wasn’t about to let that happen. I moved my fingers deep inside her warm center and circled my thumb over her clit. Again steam and heat coursed out of her body. I was immune to the burn but gazing over to the side I realized our plants on the balcony were not. I smiled even though our Venus fly traps were melted shut and wilted beyond repair.

The whole world would know my name and I would finally be able to interview stars without having them bolting the other direction whenever there is a subtle flash from my camera. Sighing I closed my Laptop, leaning back in the chair, glancing down at the letter from Flair Mag in my hand. Just one story, one itsy bitsy story on Justin Star Ryder would do it. I glanced around at the lofty light peach walls of my room, leaning my head back as I stared at the ceiling, about to close my eyes when I heard the front door open, voices coming from down stairs. Standing up, I let my curiosity take center stage, walking out the room and down the hallway, starting my decent down the stairs, I stopped at

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

Theo's voice was filled with fascination as he gazed out the window, imagining the twinkling lights of fireflies in the darkness. "Ah, fireflies light up as a way to communicate with each other, Theo," Teacher Mike explained. "They use bioluminescence, a chemical reaction in their bodies, to produce light. Each flash of light is like a secret code that helps them find mates and warn off predators in the dark." Theo's eyes widened with amazement at the thought of fireflies communicating through light. His mind raced with new questions, each one sparking a sense of wonder and curiosity that drove his thirst for knowledge.

“You’re… magnetic. The light you emit is blinding. You could send me across the ocean, and I’d still find my way back to you.” She rested her head on his shoulder, exhausted. He helped her up, then suddenly dropped to one knee. Chloe stared at him, stunned. “What are you doing?” In his hands was a jar glowing with fireflies. “Will you be my mate, Chloe?” She opened the jar, tilting her head back as the fireflies encircled her. “Yes,” she said softly.

I sat down on the chair and cleared my throat before the pianist started the keys for ‘Light a Fire by Angela’. “Loneliness, you’re tied around my wrist,” I sang and slowly stole the attention of the audience. I sang passionately as I stared into Derek’s eyes and smile. “Oh, I was born to break these chains, like a spark before the flames; watch me a fire, fire in my soul. Yeah, I can feel it in my bones, like a dream ready to explore; watch me light a fire…” I sang smoothly. The moment I was done, the people were cheering as Derek smiled and drank his Negroni with a satisfied look.