Rekindling Old Flames Novels & Stories

even when everyone around you can. And we coddle you because you can see that you are hurt and afraid, but I am taking off the gloves, right now. Sack up and tell that man he is Eve’s father. I am not sure if I have said this yet, my mind is a little foggy because of all the chemo and the cancer and the dying so forgive me if I am repeating myself, but the last few months are a little hazy to me now. I am sorry if you feel that I am being too harsh on you, but I need to say it regardless because no one else will. So what if he doesn’t want to marry you and ride off into the sunset, yes, your heart will be broken but you can rebuild what is broken. Right now, you’re trapped in a state of lim

It's a moment of unity and camaraderie, reinforcing the bond that holds our pack together. As the celebration winds down, we find ourselves by a bonfire, the flickering flames casting a warm glow. Pack members gather around, sharing stories and relishing the sense of community. We join in, swapping tales of adventure and laughter, deepening our connections with those who call this pack home.

“Pain knows no gender or age “ I remind myself. I realize immediately how much I need this Therapy, earlier today I made a decision not to see the Therapist ever again because it has always been a struggle to open up or revisit old memories. My therapist says I’ll heal in due time but firstly, I’d have to admit to myself that I am really hurt and also willing to get better. I tried to stay so busy all day so there is no spare time to ponder on everything that has been going on, but some thoughts are hard to avoid. I am stuck between the feeling of gratitude that I have my first love back with me and regretting her return because it’s opening up already almost healed wounds. I guess I need

Like he was memorizing me again. It wasn’t just passion. It was fire. Familiar, soul-deep, married kind of fire. The kind that didn’t fade. The kind that only grew stronger—with every late morning, every giggle-stuffed meltdown, every night we chose each other all over again.

Once, I stood as a god among gods, Vaerion of Wards and Watchfire, I gave my soul to these walls in the final days of the old world, when the other gods bled into the earth and left their heirs behind. I did not die. I endured. And now, the heir has come home. The Accord dares to send vipers into my forest. They dare to set foot on my grounds, to stalk my chosen through shadow and silence? No more. I awaken. My pulse runs through the very stone. A vibration. A groan. A memory rekindled. The wards flare to life. Ancient sigils long buried beneath the courtyard blossom upward with golden blue light. One by one, the seals reactivate, lightning on the walls, fire on the gates, whispers in the ro

It's a beautiful thing to watch old flames rekindle what was once put out . I have a theory about love finding its way. If things are meant to be they will always find a way and if things were not meant to be then there's a reason why they aren't meant to be. Sometimes what we think might be the worst phase of our Lives matter actually be a rebirth of some sort. You might be walking into something new or discovering a part of yourself that you thought had died and it is slowly coming back to life. They don't know who they're looking at and for you as a person you have to be comfortable with the process of change in order to grow and evolve. You cannot be stagnant all the time. There's a reas

He took another slow drag from his cigarette before exhaling, the smoke curling lazily in the dimly lit gym. “Not all flames die out quickly, son,” he mused, tapping the ash off his cigarette. “Some need a slow, controlled burn before they truly turn to ash.” I clenched my jaw. “I don’t have the patience for slow.” He hummed in amusement, his sharp eyes watching me like he already knew how this would end. “Then make her burn the way you want. But be careful not to get burned yourself.” I let out a dry chuckle, rolling my shoulders to shake off the irritation settling in my bones.

From terror and chains to this boundless celebration of flesh and spirit. The Flame Root pulsed above the meadow like a second heart. News of the Inferno of Unity traveled faster than light itself. Realms once cold and isolated now kindled their own flames. Bonds deepened. Societies transformed. The hungry, joyful resonance of the Song reached new, dizzying heights. And in the master chamber that night, after the larger gathering, the original eight reunited for a quieter, more intimate blaze slow, sensual lovemaking that lasted until dawn. Every touch carried the memory of the inferno and the promise of countless more to come.

"The winds are quite strong today, and we're surrounded by trees. Is it safe to light so many candles?" Shane was just about to explain when Valerie pulled a lighter out of her pocket. "You don't have to worry about a thing, Mr. Paulson! We have to make sure that the fire is blazing! After all, the bigger the fire, the more sincere your feelings are! Also, I specially hired a geomancer to let me know when's the best time to light the candles. We can't miss it!" Edward and his bodyguards were given no time to stop Valerie as she snapped the lighter open and moved toward the candles closest to her.

Nancy came up to my workstation, lifted a USB holding the code, and fixed me with a threatening look. The firewall alarms kept shrilling, but her voice was colder than the noise. "Whether the money can be recovered or not, someone has to take the fall. Sign the liability agreement. This USB drive contains photos of your parents, right? They are elite hackers. If I release their photos to the public…" She stopped short on purpose, flashing a menacing smile. I clenched my fists as I met her gaze coldly. My parents were once elite hackers who took on more than a few jobs that put them at odds with powerful tycoons. For years, they lived under assumed names and were constantly hunted.