Playing With Fire Book By Mariam El-hafi Novels & Stories

I left the car door open in my haste to make it closer to the ensuing battle, calling forward Thalia as I ran and letting flames engulf me and I pulled my focus and balled up fire in my hands ready for use. As soon as I had an opening I hurled a fireball at the side of a northern wolf, and the shock seemed to freeze the battle for a moment as all eyes turned towards me. Using the distraction to my advantage I quickly shot off three more flames hitting my target each time with a force that caused them to stagger back before the burns registered and their screams broke the shock. Only now all the norther efforts were focused on me, thirty sets of glowing blue eyes as teeth were barred and mout

Later, Maria sat at her desk, opened her notebook, and wrote: “The fire is not mine. It never was. I was just the match. They are the flame.” She closed the notebook. She looked out at the stars. And she knew. The summit was not an ending. It was a beginning. A blaze that would keep burning. In every town. In every voice. In every girl who dared to speak.

I may not have much but I'd like to keep a hold on my dignity. I kick a small pebble that skitters into the darkness of the pavement as I walk down, I hear festive sounds coming from the pub at the end of this street but I ignore it. No use hoping to have something you never will. Even though I have magical blood, I'm a fire slifer. I have no clue how to harness my power so it's basically useless. I've only had one or two incidents of nearly burning a house down but other than that I feel basically human.

"This is her book?" He nodded. "I didn't know why it was here in the library. She carried it with her wherever she went. It was her grandmother's book. She gave it to Izza," Blaine said as I sat down next to him, and put a hand on his hand. He looked at me and gave me a small smile that didn't reach his eyes, and I felt my heart breaking for him. He always looked happy, but now there was nothing happy about his look. I opened the book, and Izza's name was written in a beautiful calligraphy in the front of the book. It is a story about a little girl who could control fire magic.

Her throat works as she swallows and I can see the war playing out on her face, trust versus defiance, curiosity versus self-preservation. Finally, slowly, she holds it out. Relief hits me so hard my breath escapes in a rush. My shoulders drop and I hadn't realized how tense I was. I take the book and our fingers brush. That electric pull between us sparks hot enough to sting. She jerks her hand back and rubs her fingers like I've burned her. I walk to the fireplace and throw the book into the flames without hesitation. "NO!" Aria lunges forward but I catch her around the waist, pulling her back against my chest as the ancient pages curl and blacken and turn to ash.

Lily The next morning, I wandered through Westvale like a woman between two worlds. The fire that erupted last night had left no scorch marks, no ash. But I felt its residue in my chest—like heat pressed into my ribs, like memory seared into my bones. I kept touching the mark on my palm, half-expecting it to fade. It didn’t. Marcy FaceTimed me. I answered with a shaky smile, propping the phone on a stack of old spellbooks. “I know you’re not crying over some old book,” she said, eyes squinting.

WARNING: This book contains violence, abuse, rape, mental health issues and anything that may be triggering to a person. If you're sensitive to this stuff, I would recommend you very kindly go find another book to read as there are many people triggered by this sort of content. Thank you! Maria's P.O.V

Kiara moaned those sweet words against my lips when I asked her to, thrusting inside her in a slow caress and making love with our painting staring back at us. If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

Predictably, the poor soul who stuck up for me was torn apart by trolls. It didn’t take long for the internet to identify my girlfriend, Vivian. “I see that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I wondered who could be so sick. As it turns out, she’s a brute like Sam.” “Love can really blind people. After everything, she still hasn’t left him. How big of a red flag does she need? Is she going to wait until the monster gets physical with her?” “I actually feel sorry for her. She’s been brainwashed and doesn’t even know it. That’s just sad.”

“Things I haven’t done—or people I haven’t done.” She looked up at me, her hazel eyes glinting with bits of gold and burning with sensuality. Was I reading her right? Was Maria coming on to me? I nervously licked my upper lip as I mulled my response. Maria’s eyes momentarily fell to my mouth, as if imagining a more wicked use for my tongue. Her lustful face revealed a passion that I hadn’t realized she had inside her. Look at that. Deep down, my pink lady was a red-hot seductress.