Play With Fire Book Novels & Stories

I sent anonymous videos of me playing with myself with a vibrator to my deskmate just for the thrill of it. I loved the thrill that came with carrying out forbidden, socially unacceptable acts like these—especially more so when he was frantically seeking out my identity. The lower I sank, the greater the thrill. … Late at night, I lay spread out in bed, panting loudly as my body trembled like jelly. I stayed like that until the waves of pleasure finally calmed down, allowing me to relax the muscles in my back.

My mind replayed the night in pieces — his calm voice, his cryptic words, his warning. People who play with fire rarely notice when they start to burn. And for the first time, I wondered — Was I the fire… or just the next thing he planned to set alight?

She read: “When all is ash, You are still altar. When the house falls, Your Spirit finds shelter. When they scatter us, You gather fire from the wind.” James exhaled. No applause. No spotlight. Just peace. The kind that doesn’t come from victory. The kind that only comes from surrender. End of Chapter 15🤭 •Chapter 16 – The Fire That Walks The Ember Ground had no walls, but it echoed like a temple. For seven days straight, they gathered the children of the slum, the weary souls, the angry, the hungry, the hopeless. They came not for spectacle, but because something burned here. Something not made by man.

A fire. To be like Kali.

For some reason, the smoke didn't bother me like it would usually do and even as McKenzie smoked her brown thick sticks ,I found it very alluring rather---yeah maybe the smoke was messing with my head. Speaking of McKenzie, I turned my face to look at her---at some point I had moved to sit between Oliver and Bani on the other couch. My eyes fell on McKenzie's pink lips that wrapped around the cigar and her veiny lower arms as she lit up the cigar with a lighter. For a moment ,all the voices ,laughters and music, everything around me zoned in as my eyes focused on nothing but the woman of my dreams. It was like in slow motion as she inhaled from the stick and Karan said something next to her

The second their hands came down, they grabbed the fire before them. They were the only pack I knew to be able to touch fire without hurting themselves. The way the fire danced in their hands before they began to even move it, made it seem as if it had a life of its own. Feeling the fire's power, Yash cradled it in his hands like a small infant. He chanted to it as if speaking to the flame itself. In an instant it shot straight into the sky, sprawling all across the surrounding air. Yash let out a long breath, spreading the fire so thin it was if it were only a plume of smoke that shimmered in the sky.

I skimmed the text, my eyes darting from line to line, trying to make sense of it. *Project Inferno— Weaponization of Wildfires.* My breath caught in my throat. Weaponization? what the actual hell...? I flipped through the pages, my pulse quickening as the details unfolded before me.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.

- I just finished my homework only to suddenly remember that I have a project with the devil that is due in three days. I refuse to work with her out of school. Who knows what her intentions are. My phone begins to ring from my night table effectively cutting off my thoughts. I reach over and unplug the device before sliding the 'accept' button and waiting for the video chat to connect. As it connects I'm met with the face of Faith. "How did your talk with Aurelia go?" She asks, skipping the greetings "Nice to see you too, Faith" I say with a small laugh as I lean my back against my headboard