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“Look at my fire, memorize the sight, the sound, the feel of it. Touch it, Cedric, learn how my fire feels on your skin. Memorize that feeling. I do as she says. I watch the swirling ball of reds, oranges and yellows. I hear the whooshing and sizzling sounds of the fire in her hand and when I touch it, I feel the how the fire is drawn to me, how it feels alive against my skin. “Now, put your arms out, palms up.” I do as she says, and she puts her hands under mine. “Close your eyes.” She says and I do. “I want you to think about my fire. How it looks, how it feels, how it sounds and smells when it’s in my hand.” She gives me a minute.

"It's not nice to touch a fire on purpose. In case you don't know, I'm a fire that shouldn't be played around with." "In case you don't know…" As if I had been expecting him to say that, my words came out straight and sharp. I glowered. "I'm a more dangerous fire. The thing used to quench a fire is water. That means, if you aren't careful, you'll make the fire in us light up. Just tell the Media the truth, and I promise to never set my eyes on you." "I still won't do it. Leave, or I ask my men to take you away," he menaced even harder.

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

“Stay behind me.” “No,” Evelynn said, her voice trembling but fierce. “We do this together.” The fire within her answered, spilling heat across her skin, dancing at her fingertips. The creature tilted its head, as if curious, then snarled, a sound that shook the trees. It lunged. The world blurred. Evelynn thrust her hands forward, fire bursting from her palms in a sudden blaze. The creature shrieked, stumbling back, its body smoking where the flames touched. But it didn’t fall—it regrouped, circling them with unnatural speed.

not a very effective strategy. I had no intention setting fire to anything. I didn’t think I could set fire to anything, other than very dry kindling. When the flames shot out of my hand and into the acid lava, I was as surprised as anyone. When the lake burst into giant flames, it was like the moment in a video game when you realise you don’t have enough health left to fight the boss monster, so you might as well sudoku and restart the level. Sadly, I didn’t have an extra life to play with in this particular game.

“You are playing with fire, baby doll.” Trina smirked, with those mesmerizing doe-like light blue eyes glinting like icy fireballs. With her gaze still locked on mine, her fingers ever so slowly began trailing lower, and lower and lower still, until they stopped right on top of my zipper, teasing me. Then in a sultry tone, she purred, “Fire is overrated, Big Papi.” As she said that, her hand slowly zipped down my jeans trousers before slipping inside. Her hand hovered just in front of my boxers which is now extremely tight due to my throbbing and rock-hard arousal.

Title: At the Mercy of the Fire Summary: When Éléa accidentally walks into a bar, she has no idea her life is about to be turned upside down by the hands of a stranger with an ashen gaze. He offers her neither love nor promise – only vertigo, submission, and a carnal intensity she cannot resist. Each night, he pushes her further, strips away her bearings, makes an obsession of her... and becomes hers. They don't really know each other, but their bodies speak a burning, visceral, irrevocable language.

Clear as day, in tiny reflective letters: The Reader’s Digest, Freelance Contributor. Eli stared at the image, a slow and dangerous smile formed on his lips. “There you are,” he murmured. He tore the page from the magazine and set it on his desk, tapping his finger against Adrian’s ID badge. Now I know where to find you. A plan was already forming in his mind, fast and merciless. He leaned back in his chair, as his eyes gleamed. “Let’s see what you do, Adrian Cross,” he whispered. “W hen the man you kissed shows up… on your turf.”

he hissed, bending his head closer. "Wrong move," I growled, shooting my hand up to grasp his wrist, channeling intense heat into his bones. "Now!" I yelled at my dad as I dropped the walls, forcing the last of my fire's reserves into the man's bloodstream. I let my own power surge into him at the same time, stealing what remained of his life while the fire literally cooked him from the inside.

From the power within my soul, I hereby summon the relic of fireth. I was surprised because it was the same word as Sushi. So I turned to Sushi now who was still small and didn't even look at me. He was looking at Faris as if he was waiting for what was going to happen. I looked back at Faris because suddenly there was a big groove where he was standing. We were all alert. I saw that the lava boiled and gradually they floated as if alive. Faris reached for a piece of lava and I winced when I heard a sound that sounded like metal coming from a burning fire and placed it in water. If it was a normal person, I'm sure that his hand would have been pierced due to the heat.