Playing With Fire Novels & Stories

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.

The head in the video laughs loudly and says, “The love of the Moreno family is always suicidal. Now decide, Lucas—will you save Sofia, or will that bio-bomb little Sofia explode in your arms?” I run toward little Sofia’s room, but before I reach the door, I see that little Sofia’s eyes have turned completely red. In a mechanical tone she begins to speak, “Target identified. Sofia Moreno… destruction sequence initiated. 10… 9… 8…”

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

Susan is amazed at herself as she plays with a fire in her hands. For some reason, she is able to take the fire in her bare palms without been hurt. For a moment, she seems to forget the man, too mesmerized by the fires to even care. Fires are supposed to burn our skins when we touch them right? But for Susan, she feels a great sense of relief, fulfillment and security as she touches and play with this dangerous element. ’Hey sweetie, you are alright. It is just a dream.’ She hears a faint voice say from a distance.

"You’re playing with fire." She tilted her chin up. "Then let me burn." Matteo groaned, capturing her lips in another fierce kiss. This time, there was no hesitation, no restraint. It was raw, consuming, filled with unspoken promises and unshakable need. She melted into him, her fingers tangling in his hair, her body pressing against his. Every touch, every breath, sent shivers down her spine. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her toward the nearest room, kicking the door shut behind them.

I let out another small sound, this one just on the edge between pain and something else entirely. Theo’s jaw clenches, his breath flaring through his nose as he forces his attention back to the wound. “You’re playing with fire,” he mutters under his breath. I lean back slightly, letting my legs swing a little off the counter as I smile. “You like fire.” “You don’t know what I like.” “Don’t I?”

Serena’s hands lifted instinctively, the flames answering her unspoken command. It started small—a flicker, a spark in the underbrush near the nearest scout. Panic sparked in his eyes as the fire licked toward him, hungry, alive. Another step, and a second burst ignited, precise, deliberate, a warning turned weapon. Serena realized with a cold, sharp thrill: she was no longer prey. She was predator. The moment came suddenly—a scout lunged, and instinct overtook thought. Her hands exploded with controlled fire, a wave that threw him backward, screaming. The others tried to respond, but panic shattered their formation.

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.

Their eyes burned with the desire to kill me, for trying to steal their man. I swallowed hard. I’m about to play with fire, and if I’m not careful, I might get burned… real bad.

My wolf muttered. The fire in the stove is burning, and my wolf words gave me a kind of idea. I stepped close and again touched the fire— my fingers were burning in it, but I couldn't feel anything. Hahah, this is amazing. Now I am a supernatural girl, and fire also can't burn. "Oh my god, my baby wolf—I can't believe it; I am literally playing with fire, and I don't feel any pain. "Haha I am feeling like I am watching some kind of movie." I laughed while trying to touch the fire. "Haha, this is insane.