Playing With Fire Meaning Novels & Stories

Hindi ko akalain na maging ang pagpapaputok ng baril ay kailangan kong matutunan. "Fire, kanina pa tayo dito. You have to learn this. Come 'on." Nauubusan na siya ng pasensya. "Required ba talaga 'to? Ice, hindi ko kaya ang pumatay ng tao. Wala naman ito sa usapan natin 'di ba?" sabi ko pa upang huwag niya na akong pilitin pa na humawak ng baril. "Fire, you will use it not to kill but to injure our enemies," aniya habang na pinipilit akong hawakan ang baril.

Hindi nakakatulong ang malikot n’yang paligid para pagaanin ang pakiramdam n’ya, magulo at maingay ang malaswang musikang pumapaalinlang sa paligid na may kasama pang patay sinding ilaw. Kung hindi lang broken hearted ang pinsan n’yang si Zero ay hindi talaga s’ya magsasayang ng oras sa pag inom ng alak ngayon, Although Fire is a well-known playboy on their clan, Fire seldomly goes in crowded and polluted place like bars and clubs.

Never play with the fire, ikaw nga nila. My mother's history should be a reminder to me how tragic it was to play with fire, to dance with the devil and seal a deal that would take a toll on my soul. Nevertheless, I still do it. I became the monster I feared when I was younger. I let the hatred consume me, leaving me to shed a bleeding piece of consequences. I may never have any intention for him to die, but it also doesn't justify what I just did. I wanted him to suffer. I wanted to destroy him. And maybe somehow, I rejoice in his death without any trace of guilt or mercy. Anger took over and saw death as an easy way out which I don't think he deserved. My hatred didn't falter after his dea

" Natahimik ang grupo. Napatango naman si Gideon. Inisip niya ang kalagayan ni Jewel. She fell into s*xual nightmares, and maybe sin, because of reading books with se*** contents. She was tempted by those books. Yes, that must be the case. Kumuha ng panggatong si Zion at tinapon sa bonfire. Lumakas ang apoy niyon. "See how the fire increase when I throw the wood into it. Sa parehong paraan ay ang iyong kalagayan. The wood is what you consume. What you consume will strengthen something inside of you.

‘If I get insomnia, I’ll make out with you in my mind. Bumalik si Zac, hawak ang sagot. Agad kong binasa. ‘Lord, wag Mo akong hayaang pumatol sa tukso… maliban na lang kung worth it.’ Nag-iinit ang palitan namin. Sumulat pa ako ng isa. ‘Oh, it’s very worth it. Give me your number. I’m too old for hide-and-seek. Let’s get it over and done with.’ Umiiyak na ang pamangkin ko sa kakatawa pagbalik niya. Siya na rin ang nagbasa, “ayan, sabi niya, don’t play with fire unless you know your bucket has enough water to put out the flames.”

“It has to. Kasi kung bumagsak ‘to—” “—we fall with it.” Sabat ko. Ngumiti siya, tipid, parang tanggap na niya ‘yung posibilidad na ‘yon. At doon ako natakot — hindi dahil pagtataksil, kundi dahil kaya niyang masunog kasama ko, basta siya ang huling mananatili. Hinaplos ko ang pisngi niya. “You’re playing with fire, Elara.”

“Maybe a chance to start over.” Then I leaned in slightly. “Or maybe, a chance to play with fire.” Sandaling natahimik siya. Then, slowly, he smirked. “Be careful, Lia,” aniya, habang marahang naglalapit. “Fire burns. And I don’t think you’re the type who can handle getting scorched.” Napalunok ako. Oh, I can handle it, Sandro. What I didn’t say out loud was— I came here to burn someone else.

["Are you playing with fire by engaging with that jerk? Do you believe you can deceive him? Do you think you can flirt with any guy you want? Have you even considered how dangerous that man is?" Ha! Flirt?! Hindi lang pala siya mayabang, ang judgment din. Nakakairita talaga! Humanda ka sa aking haduf ka! Ipapakita ko sa 'yo kung paano ako maging pakipaglaro sa apoy kagaya ng sinabi mo.

Nick’s POV Sabi ni Kat King, “Don’t play with fire unless you want to be burned.” At ngayon, nararamdaman kong nilalamon ako ng apoy. Pero sa kanya… ang apoy na ito ay tama, matagal ko nang gustong danasin, at parang wala na akong pakialam kung masunog man ako. “Aahh…” halos mabaliw ako sa sarap nang marinig ko ang ungol ni Audrey habang dinadala ko ang mga halik ko sa kanyang leeg.

“Tingnan natin kung hanggang saan ka tatagal, honey. Kasi tandaan mo… ang mga naglalaro ng apoy, madalas sila ang unang nauupos.” Mariing pumikit si Althea, bahagyang nanginginig ang kamay sa gilid ng hita niya, pero ngumisi pa rin, kahit pilit. “At ang mga taong akala nila sila ang apoy… madalas sila ang unang natatabunan ng abo.”