Pillar Of Flames

Four years ago, Greer Williams fled a life she never wanted, leaving behind a gilded cage and a man whose love felt more like a prison. She shed her identity, becoming a successful model in a world where no one knew her past, her real name, or the man she desperately wanted to escape: Gideon Valois. But fate, it seems, has a cruel sense of humor. On a cold April day, the world Greer built around herself crumbles. She finds herself face-to-face with Gideon, the man she thought she'd left behind forever. The heat of their past ignites a fire that threatens to consume them both. Can she run again, or will the flames of their forbidden desire burn away her carefully constructed walls?

Eight months pregnant, my family threw me a loving baby shower. When fire broke out, my parents instantly shielded my blood-cursed sister and fled, leaving me behind to die. My husband, Lysander, rushed into the flames to save me. His back was scorched raw, yet he only cradled my belly, whispering, “You and the baby must be safe.” I thought that was love. Until I accidentally saw his messages to my sister— “Once she gives birth, the cord blood will save you. Just hold on a little longer.” I touched the life kicking inside me and smiled silently. The next day, I scheduled a termination. And on the day of the procedure, they stormed into my hospital room with sedatives and restraints.

Summer, handpicked by the Moon Goddess to be Jackson's soulmate, is devastated when the Alpha of her pack publicly rejects her. Determined to win his affection, she seeks guidance from Luna, her wise and loyal wolf companion, as well as Orion, Jackson's formidable wolf. United in their efforts, they devise a clever scheme to ignite the flames of love. However, when Jackson uncovers their plan, he once again spurns her, shattering her heart and leaving her pregnant with his precious offspring. As she navigates her solitude, Viktor, consumed by a thirst for revenge against Jackson, unexpectedly enters her life. Unbeknownst to him, his quest for vengeance will take an unforeseen twist, forever altering their intertwined destinies.

They say fire is cleansing, a transformative type of destruction. After a forest fire, nature heals and grows stronger. It's forever changed but not destroyed. Fire is painful but beautiful, something that is warm but left unattended can be devastating. In the flames I was broken, destroyed, but in the ashes I was restored. Left floating in the grey, the smoke that led me through a divine transformation. Now I'm left adrift, the dark my only guide in the smoke, the blue of the sky, of his eyes, the only guide in the light. Forever torn and pulled between the two, unsure who I can trust and terrified to make the wrong choice. Not just my life hangs in the balance, but the lives and well being of all of humanity. It just might be too much for these wings to bare.

When Purple Brendon was separated from him twenty years ago, she least expected to see his sinfully attractive face again or feel the gentle brush of his breaths against hers. But that was twenty years ago, and now, Lucas Duke is back in her life with flames strong enough to light a spark in her stomach. How easy would it be to fall for him once more, especially when she is to marry another man? What secrets are the two hiding from each other? Would these secrets be enough to tear them apart? Was there ever a chance for the two lovers to let go of their insecurities, their past, and love wholly? The answer and more are contained in this billionaire romance. Read to find out.

Mirabel watched her whole family go up in flames because of a power-drunk tyrant werewolf king who thought Lycans shouldn’t exist. The Lycans have become extinct and the existing ones are hiding in fear and Mirabel’s sole purpose was to get justice for her people. When the werewolf prince fell in love with her, she knew it was time to play her cards right. Her only goal is to burn down the royal wolf's structure and bring back the extinct lycans. A perfectly curated plan and Mirabel is ready to execute. Everything seems easy until some figurines from the past won't let her rest, cold betrayals from her own people and to top it all, she was starting to fall for the prince too.

"I know you want me, I see the hunger in your eyes. Let go of your guilt and embrace the dark desires in your heart," I hear his voice whisper in my ear like a sweet melody, tempting me and weakening my resolve. One Legend. One Prophecy. They all want me. Hi, I am Nivia Randolph. I'm in a dilemma. My Life was planned out by powers that be and I am here to play a role by the one who sent me. No one informed me of the responsibility I had to carry. This destiny was imposed on me. I'm supposed to bring salvation, but now I might be the very thing that ignites the flames that consume us all.

When the fire broke out, I called my husband, Hector. He didn't answer. Instead, he ran straight into the flames—to save my sister, Emma. They held each other, clinging to life, while I was trapped in the basement, watching my calls go ignored until all hope burned out. Afterward, Emma played innocent, twisting everything. She told him, "Hector, don't blame Sienna. She didn't leave me on purpose... she was just scared." Her lie made me the villain, and everyone bought it. Fueled by hatred, Hector spat, "She's so vicious—why didn't that fire just take her?" Three months later, the police found my body.

Hi my name Katrina Devon five years ago I left my pack the night before eighteenth birthday. Now that I returned home everything is different . I came back for my sister's birthday and man that was bad idea I just wanted to see my family and in the process I meet him ... My Mate . As soon as we ( my wolf and I ) lay eyes on him our life. Turns into whirlwind of events. It's makes even harder when he is also my Alpha ... Kane McAlister Alpha of the Winter Lake Pack . I pray the Godess knows what she is doing because this can all end either end an fire and flames or something greater and better.

Having an Awakenist as my wife meant enduring her monkish attitude toward sex. We could only be intimate on the sixteenth of every month. Every detail—my position, rhythm, even my expression—had to follow her rigid rules. If I showed too much pleasure, she would immediately rise and leave. We had been married for five years. Was I ever tired of this? Yes. Still, I always gave in. I accepted these limitations because I loved her. "The Saintess loves me too," I told myself. That faith shattered the day I was sent to extinguish a hotel fire. Amid the flames, I found my wife pressed close to a man in disheveled clothes. Between their arms was a young boy.