Rekindling Old Flames Novels & Stories

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?"

I smiled and took his hand, caressing his cheek and staring into his eyes. “I want us to renew our vows.” His eyes widened in shock and he almost dropped the glass. “Renew our vows?” I nodded immediately, smiling gracefully, my eyes glowing with charm. “Yes. A small ceremony. Just us and Prince. A fresh start. I want to marry you all over again.” I chuckled. I sat there still, the sweet thought of my plans just flowing freely in my head. “Renew our vows. He doesn’t know we’re already divorced. He’s been so careful not to stress me, he never told me.

Jason breathed out as I started to unbuckle his bell, freeing him from the constraints of his jeans. Jason smirked as he took my hand in his, making me grab onto his hardened length. "Feel how much I've missed you," he whispered, his voice husky with desire, using my hand to guide mine over his throbbing erection. "Use your touch to remind me of all the passion we've shared and ignite the fire between us once again," he urged, his eyes dark with longing. I moved my hand slowly, feeling the familiar heat and hardness of him beneath my touch. Our reunion was filled with a raw, primal energy that consumed us both, igniting a fire that had never truly died out between us.

Flameheart As dawn breaks over the remnants of the New Royal Crescent Moon Pack territory, golden rays illuminate the scars of battle, now slowly healing. The landscape, once a chaotic tableau of destruction, is beginning to show signs of renewal. Flames that ravaged the forest have given way to budding green shoots, and vibrant wildflowers, like nature's confetti, celebrating the resilience of life. I stand amidst the pack, encouraging them as we work together to mend our home. My heart swells with pride as I witness the determination in their faces, each member embodying the spirit of renewal.

I left without waiting for her reply. I ran to the nearest hill point. I sat down on a bench and gasped for air. While taking long breaths, Georges' Voice echoed in my mind, "Who's your first love?" Clouds started thundering, indicating the heavy rainfall that's going to occur. But my mind was too busy to notice that warning, as it's busy reminiscing about the past. The past that holds both good and bad memories. A loud thunder followed by lightening, brought back all memories which I buried deep down in my heart.

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

And then they sang—not a war song, not a victory chant, but the old lullaby once sung to new Flamekeepers: “Let the spark become the flame, Let the flame become the path, Let the path become the story— That no shadow can outlast.” As the final notes faded into the wind, Serena looked at the flame once more. And the flame… smiled.

I had just taken medicine, and my fever was subsiding when my bedroom door was suddenly kicked open. Owen stormed in, his face full of rage. He dragged me off the bed. He shouted, "Shannon, what memory game are you playing this time? Do you know how much trouble you caused when you jumped into the water like that?" I had recently tried to stir his memories of us by recreating moments from our past. It seemed like he assumed that I had fallen into the water on purpose again, just for his sake. I refuted, "I didn't do it on purpose. Today, it was because—"

"These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie." When I saw how happy Mom looked, I regretted not bringing her home earlier. She'd been subjected to insults and mockery with Dad, but at home, she was Grandpa and Grandma's pride and joy. We had a lively meal. Uncle Brad turned on the TV to watch the news. Just then, a breaking news report came on. "A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire."

Noah pulled out a seat and sat. He brought out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket, took one stick and lit it, then tossed the packet to Abel. Abel lit his stick and took a long drag. He released his breath and smoke filled the air. He had missed smoking. It had been a long while since he last smoked. That was when his life was perfect before women came in and ruined everything . Abel vowed never to love again. Women are painful distractions.