Playing With Fire Novelas e Histórias

“Eli. Your… boyfriend. Whatever he is to you. This is because of him. And the people around him.” Before Adrian could speak, Mr. Carter stepped forward. “He needs to go. We’re begging you, son.” “You can’t be serious,” Adrian said, stunned. “We didn’t ask for this life,” he said. “We didn’t ask for firebombed cars and armed threats and paparazzi on our lawn. We’re not cut out for this war. But we’re paying the price.” “Sorry about that, but there’s nothing I can do,” Adrian said, desperate.

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

"What is it?" Eva motioned for everyone's attention, and the pack members gathered around a designated area. A hush fell over the crowd as they watched in anticipation. Suddenly, flames erupted, dancing and twirling in mesmerizing patterns. A chorus of gasps and applause filled the air as the pack witnessed the breathtaking display of fire manipulation. Skilled members of the pack, known as the Pyrokinetics, had choreographed a spellbinding performance. Their control over fire created stunning shapes and figures, illuminating the night with flickering lights and radiant warmth.

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?

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

“You’re playing with fire.” “Maybe I don’t mind getting burned.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. Half-truth. Half-seduction. His grin widened. “Or maybe… I’m not Wiktor. I don’t break toys just to hear them snap.” I stared at him. Like a deer caught in headlights.

“You’re playing fire my little mate.” “Maybe I want to play with a little fire, maybe I want to see how hot said fire can get.”

Althea focused on the heat deep inside of her and used what little magic she possessed to form a barrier around it. She fought the urge to stomp her feet or rub her hands together. Instead, she filled her lungs with frigid air and expelled it in a huff. Beside her, Destroyer uncurled, stood, stretched and then resituated his huge body around her feet and knees. “You should leave me. You will die if you stay here. We can not wait much longer for him to rescue us,” she whispered, but the wolf simply opened one insulted blue eye and let out a sigh that sent the snow in front of his mouth flying wildly around them.

He added and left the room. "The ring of fire?" Marise asked, "A fighting circle where the edges it lit on fire." Ramon said, and Marise raised her eyebrow. "That's dumb of her, but good for me!" How is that good for you?" Marise smiles. "I am immune to fire, that's why!" Najla's Pov Today is the day I will take Marise down and claim my rightful place beside Ramon.

Miranda felt butterflies in her stomach. " I... I can't Nick Claudia and I had plans for the weekend. She wants to take me partying. Miranda whispered the last word. "Oh my goodness!" Nick laughed "you have never gone partying have you? In that case I will come with you girls just to ensure your safety and don't worry I will not ruin your sister time I will just be there to protect you from drunk guys. Oh and did I tell you that I like the way you react to my touch?" "Don't mock me Nick" Miranda playfully hit Nick on his chest " I will ask Claudia if you can tag along." " Alright ma'am as you wish." Nick said.