Rekindling An Old Flame Novels & Stories

Damon said as he begged me to fight through this, but I had not an ounce of strength in me, and I had no clue what I needed to do to get back what he took from me. His lips then moved to mine and I felt his tongue once again glide across my lip and I open my mouth slightly. A spark then flickered in me as his tongue entered my mouth and as if he was trying to reignite my flame within me, he continued to kiss me. Slowly sparks began to flicker to life within me and my lips began to move with his as I slowly began to regain some of my strength.

Kanor understood that, even though Vincent had tried to hide it, his love for Isla had never truly faded. His only prayer now was for them to be given a second chance to be together and find true happiness. He had seen the spark that once burned so brightly between Vincent and Isla, and he couldn’t bear to see it extinguished. The mansion, the roses, and the treehouse—all of these places were filled with so many happy memories of their love. Kanor knew that if only they could find their way back to each other, those memories could be revived, and they could create new ones together. Perhaps the time apart had been necessary for them to grow, to heal, and to learn. But in his heart, Kanor bel

She might as well get rid of him first by herself. There would be consequences, but she would at least avenge her sister. Three days passed by while Katrina tried to find the perfect opportunity to execute her plan. To hell with her pending job. She must put an end to all these. These growing feelings in her heart were getting stronger. Every day, Aaron would do or say something to remind her of how much she had loved and adored him in the past. And how much she wished that would be possible again.

But this time, instead of feeling trapped by the memories, she felt a flicker of resolve. There is no way she would allow Mr Douglas get into her like the last time, she can't let him destroy her entirely. Riana scowled when Mr Douglas’ face came on her screen. “I hope you enjoyed the video, little sugar. Last time was great and I’m looking forward to having another wonderful moment with you again. Don’t worry, those boys won’t be around. It’s just you and me. I can’t wait to have fun with you.” Riana tossed her phone away and looked outside the window.

That thing inside of us that had died and withered while we were apart, only to burst into flames and come alive the moment we were close to each other again. I know my actions of late haven't exactly shown that we share that kind of special bond, but there are some things between us that the public and no one other than us knows and would understand. As soon as I saw her again, those feelings were reawakened, and it was as if the time had not gone by, and reconciliation after the pain and suffering I had caused wasn't the unclimbable mountain it had appeared to be in my once fractured mind.

It was all still there, simmering just below the surface, waiting to erupt into flames at any moment. I thought back to that first night, the night we had met, the night we had fallen into each other's arms. It had been like a dream, a fantasy come to life. And now, all these years later, it was like we were reliving that dream, rekindling the flame that had once burned so brightly between us. As I gazed at Raphael's sleeping form, I felt a sense of wonder, of awe. How had we ended up here, together again, after all these years? It was like fate had brought us full circle, back to where we had started, back to each other.

Saavi smiled as a happy tear when left her eye she confessed, "I love you, Dhruv. You are The Ember To My Flame." "I love you too, muffin, The Ember To My Flame." With the kiss that followed the confession, they concealed their love with a promise that nothing will ever tear them apart. No matter what, they will stay together till they are alive. Even if one day their souls will leave their bodies and will step into the afterlife they will go together holding hands after all Flame can't survive for long without The Ember.

“I didn’t know you loved him so much.” “I didn’t either.” I chuckle at my lack of self-awareness. “It might seem hard to get him back now, but I believe you can. I don’t know why he would accuse you of being a gold digger, but I’m sure you guys will work things out and be together again.” She gives me an encouraging smile. I smile back, talking to myself as much as her. “I hope so.” ***

Convincing her to rest awhile could provide opportunity for us to speak privately again, gently stoking the embers beginning to glow once more between us. I knew now the spark of our union yet lived. I need only keep faith through these trials to rekindle it into cleansing, glorious flame once more.

This place was the home they had shared ever since they registered their marriage. Since she loved grapes, Lennon planted a grapevine in the yard and set up a swing so they could go on it together every summer. Now, she raised a shovel and struck the trellis. It collapsed with a crash, just like her love. Mabel tore down the massive wedding photo in the living room and burned it, along with the love letters Lennon had written her. Just as the flames died down, Lennon returned. He frowned at the fire pit. "What's that for?"