Rekindling With An Old Flame Novels & Stories

It came out more like a question then an answer but she just smiled happily at me. "Great. Because I was thinking, maybe we could talk about....getting back together again? You know, rekindle old moments together and start over? Cos I really want you back Jonathan. I've never wanted anyone more then I want you right now and I know you still feel the same about me. I know it was a stupid thing to kiss Jake behind your back, and I promise it won't happen again. So, what do you say?"

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.

"To rekindling our friendship!!!" We gulped the tequila with our arms crossed as a simple sign that we are officially lighting up our friendship's candles that were once shut off. It feels good to have your best friend back, and I've never felt this incredible feeling before in a very long time. Taking your best friend back is like breathing fresh air, and what more can be taking your lover back can bring? "Oh shit! That was something," Yhannie spat, making her usual bitter face whenever drinking tequila. "I've got a feeling that we're getting fucked up real good tonight."

Memory hadn't served him well when he'd recalled those sensations, and now he was eager to pursue them again. As they played and renewed their old intimacy and familiarity, it was as though the difficulties of the past had never happened, as though they were still together and yet almost for the first time. As their passions slowly mounted and their bodies prepared for the inevitable sexual intercourse, their old erotic techniques came back to them, and they worked to arouse each other.

Only then did I return to my senses and realize that tears were rolling down my cheeks. "Kaitlyn, I always thought that Jared didn't suit you. He's too cunning. You may be incredible at work, but you're a hopeless romantic." I sighed, smiling bitterly. "Forget it. By the way, I forgot to ask this earlier—what happened to you today?" "Like you, I was reborn. I returned to the moment you called me in our previous life. But this time, I didn't receive a call from you, so I assumed the same thing must have happened to you.

I had seen wildflowers struggling to bloom amid the flames, and small acts of kindness that persisted even in the depths of despair. Those experiences had stripped away the last traces of my girlhood. The wind and dust had roughened my skin, but my gaze had grown clearer and more resolute. I reported the truth, brought the suffering to light, and documented acts of resilience. Every time I came back from a mission, teetering on the edge of life and death, I found myself cherishing life and its simple joys even more. Everything aligned with the notes I once saw in Mom's old journals. I told Mom about it all, and she was deeply proud of me.

he cooed, " I might have overacted, but it doesn't change anything between us. But this could change everything." " He's my son." " Exactly! He's your son. What happens when he wants you to stay for a few more days? Would you say no?" I wish it was that way, but Roman has been so mad at me that I can't imagine a scenario where he would want me around. " I will return —" " Hazel—" " I promise. I will." What's left of my old flame? Why should I hang on to a thread long gone? This is my new beginning. I intend to live it differently.

I say, my words a silent promise of friendship and forgiveness. And as we continue our stroll through the pack grounds, the weight of our shared past hanging between us like a heavy fog, I can't help but feel a glimmer of hope stirring within me. Despite the challenges we've faced and the mistakes we've made, there's still a chance for redemption, for our friendship, where I had thought it's dead.

“But the mate bond is so weak.” “That is my fault. I severed my mate spark years ago out of fear, not wanting to start a family of my all while mine was gone. But now that we’ve accepted each other, it seems to be returning.” He smiled so brightly. I smiled back. “Okay. We can start by going on dates, and rekindle our bond.” “Or with a dance. Come with me back to the celebration, and dance with me. I was saving my dances for you.” He was still speaking when there was a small explosion in the direction of the celebration we left behind. Then we saw smoke as a fire lit up the sky.

“Yeah, I did. But they’ve somehow….disappeared. I don’t feel the spark anymore.” “Well at least we know that there was a spark there, it just means there’s something in the relationship. That’s potential. You just need to focus on reigniting that spark.” She grimaced. “Married people focus on reigniting a spark, not two people who just met.” She said, shaking her head. “I’m physically attracted to him, I mean the man is nice looking, and maybe I just need to fuck him and get it out of my system. I don’t see us potentially being anything other than friends.”