Play With Fire Book Novels & Stories

Somewhere in the mess, a candle lay knocked over, wax hardened against the side. Then came the image again: Cassie and Ledger, laughing, holding hands. That stupid kiss. Her fingers flicked the lighter and a flame burst forth. Then she released her finger. She repeated the motions a few more times before leaving the flame on. Her eyes fell on the book shelf and before she knew it, she was setting the books on fire. “Let’s see how perfect she looks when everything’s gone.” The flames caught on the curtains and then began to spread. There was smoke and heat.

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.

Lucas rolled on top of her again, already hard once more, spreading her legs with his knee. “Then let’s start the next chapter.” And the fire began again — hot, dirty, and out of control, exactly the way they wanted it. The End.

It was getting dark so they couldn't make sense if what it is. "Let's open it," Alice said. "Why are you always so inquisitive?" Nora snarled. "I can't help it," Alice replied. The four curious teenagers surrounded the bag, unaware that they were about to make the biggest mistake of their life by letting their curiosity take over them. They had no idea that their lives was about to change drastically.

To her surprise, it was quite the opposite. The fire felt incredibly cozy and inviting, beckoning her to explore its warmth further. With a sense of daring, she extended her hand deep into the small fire pit, instantly captivated by the mesmerizing flames as they frolicked around her delicate fingers. As she withdrew her hand, a sense of awe washed over her, realizing that it remained unscathed by the fire. A radiant smile graced her face as a surge of empowerment coursed through her.

His eyes immediately go to them, and his grip on my ass tightens. I’m wearing practically skin tight leather pants, and I feel every imprint of his fingers. His heat, his breath. “Are you a fireman? Cause you came in hot and left me… wet,” I say, moving in close to his face. When he laughs and his hands fall from my ass, I use the moment of distraction to my advantage and throw myself about three feet back. I push my palms together and form a literal fireball, and hurl it at him. My eyes go wide when he catches it like it's so easy, and it doesn’t burn his skin, then looks down at the intense ball of flame with awe. Every cell in my body says to teleport out, go anywhere but here. But I’m fr

Title: At the Mercy of the Fire Summary: When Éléa accidentally walks into a bar, she has no idea her life is about to be turned upside down by the hands of a stranger with an ashen gaze. He offers her neither love nor promise – only vertigo, submission, and a carnal intensity she cannot resist. Each night, he pushes her further, strips away her bearings, makes an obsession of her... and becomes hers. They don't really know each other, but their bodies speak a burning, visceral, irrevocable language.

It looked like it had been burnt, like someone had painted thick ash on the wall. My mind flashed back to the illustration in the book in section 16B of the library. That was me. Fire just shot out of my arm. Leo laughed to soften the mood. “Well, I know who I am never sparring with. Am I right?” Ronan slapped the back of his head. “Not the time.” “What?” Leo protested, rubbing the back of his head. “Our sister can shoot fire out of her fingertips. Are we going to disown her or something?”

So I would have to endure the other guys ogling Tara and talking about how much bigger her chest was than the other girls and how much her ass cheeks hung out of her shorts. I sat down next to her, keeping a safe distance, but she seemed to scoot closer, so close, her knee was touching my leg. I gulped and wiped the sweat that began to drip from the sides of my temple. She pulled out her copy of The Wizard’s Accomplice and threw it open on the blanket to where she had a few yellow tabs sticking out, saving a few spots for easy finding. She played with a lighter, flipping the top open and closed in one hand. “Did you start that fire?” my voice a bit higher than I would have liked. She sm

He waited patiently, and I figured he wanted me to light the piers with magic. I flicked my wrist and swirled my hand, creating a small ball of fire. I covered it with my other hand and separated it, then sent the flaming globes on each pier. The kindling had been dry, so the fire caught quickly and soon engulfed the bodies, crackling lazily and sending small, still-glowing pieces of ash into the sky.