Playing With Fire Online Novels & Stories

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.

she declared it, throwing ambers at him, making him growl as he gripped her arm pulling her close to him before hissing at her "You’re playing with fire. And if you think I’ll go easy on you just because of your condition, you're wrong." “It’s only those who fear death who are afraid to play with fire but You’ve already destroyed me with your own hands so bring whatever you want but this time, you won’t find that timid Raghavi, I will fucking fight with you” her eyes held the promise to give him fight back, making him roar “let’s start the game” *****

Besides, there's a lot of things that I still need to know about this girl. I just hope that I could have a better answer. "Now!" The guy shouted and we moved simultaneously. I jumped on the top while Airlea lifted her hands and the fire started to come out from her fingers until her whole hands were burning. She uses that to burn everything inside. I turned my back to the other man, he was talking like crazy yet he was just laying on the spider web without any trace of fighting. I used my sword to slash all of the web surrounding us while the other was slowly burning. If I don't move now the fire would surely reach us.

The technician’s eyes landed on me. “But Kalev,” he said. I knew what he was thinking. Stopping the fire would be tampering with the games. The whole purpose of the games was for these participants to pick each other off, one at a time. Or three at a time in this case. Not to mention the fact that this was drama at its finest. The nobility were likely loving every minute of this. They knew Senna and her friends were trapped. They knew it was only a matter of time before the fire caught with them and swallowed them whole.

Goddess help me keep my cool and prevent me from snuffing this b*tch out right here, right now. “Only royal bloodlines can wield magic without using spells. Lucky me, huh?”. Flynn speaks up, while shooting fireballs at me. He shoots one after another. I try to dodge them, but they come in such quick succession that almost every single one of them ends up hitting me.

It wasn’t her though; it was Osline, but it’s still the same thing. I had to burn my hand to match the exact pain she’s probably feeling, to punish myself. I know it’s crazy, but like I said, I can’t help it. After I rinse away the spilled coffee, I open the cupboard and pull out my lighter. For a moment my stomach drops. I stare at it, heart racing in my ribs. I flick the flame and press it to my arm. I hold back my scream as it keeps burning me. This is what happens when I can’t stop thinking about ‘her’ I have to hurt myself until I can stop.

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.

That should help with me not getting in trouble. "She is going to work on fire now, so...." Then, before he can even finish talking, everyone takes off back inside the house, and I can't help the laugh that spills out of me at how fast they all left. "There is no fire here, so how will I work on controlling it?" I ask. "You can create the fire. Hold your hand out and picture fire in your palm." "Will it burn me?" "Of course not, child," So I do as he says and picture the fire in my palm. I see a small red flame start to glow in my palm.

Holy Moly. Zack was supposed to be an honest man. As it turned out, there was a lot the online community didn’t know. The viewers behind their screens were enraged. They felt betrayed, and more infuriatingly, they had been played like a fiddle. “Wait, where’s the other supporters? The five members who had been selected for the factory tour.” “Yeah. Don’t tell me those people are in on it too.” “Are you kidding me? Did you not watch the livestream?”

meet me tonight. Jane frowned down at her phone skeptically and sighed. Nice, she thought sarcastically. The text combined with the untouched bottle of Whisky and the pictures scattered across her desk were the beginning of a very bad movie. Okay, she was desperate enough to play. Jane: Who are you? I'm not biting without a reason. Unknown number: Ima friend. want to see boss go down as much as you do. maybe more. but can't do it alone. need you. Excitement flooded her. If this source turned out to be legit maybe she would finally get her hands on some real evidence. Fuck Sitnikov, she wasn't out of the game yet and she wasn't giving up.