Rekindling With An Old Flame Novels & Stories

I open the box to reveal the diamond ring to her, “The moment I laid eyes on you, I fell irrevocably in love for the first time in my life. You cast a spell over me, and I just had to have you. I wanted to wake up to your beautiful face for the rest of my life. I wanted to own every ounce of your innocence. I wanted you more than anything.” I suck in a deep breath as I take hold of her left hand, and brushing my thumb over her wedding ring, I continue, “You’re the light in my life, Vittoria. Mia raggio di sole. Without you, there is only darkness.” She uses her free hand to wipe a tear from her cheek as she gives me a trembling smile. “I know I could’ve done things differently when I forced

She advised Sarah as a mentor giving advice and cheering her up. “Don’t let the pain ruin your unique and killer smile.” She added making Sarah smile at her warmly and graceful. “What can I do without you Ava?” She said in a sober tone and ran into Ava’s hand in a big passionate hug. She cherished, loved and cared for him unconditionally thinking her love life was gonna be filled with happiness, sweetness and pure romance but it turned out to be upside down; sour, betrayal, pain, and sweet sour memories both of them together. And know she wanna forget every bit of it and move on with her life without him anywhere in it.

After a bit, he asked, "If you were reborn, how did I die last time?" When Zach asked this, Cecilia hid her surprise. She looked at him sadly and walked toward the big window, "You only lived to be fifty-five back then. Madelyn poisoned you after we got married. I had to raise our kid alone. Now I'm back, and it's like getting a second chance to be with you. Our meeting again feels like it's meant to be. When I was in danger, seeing you first after opening my eyes felt so right. Zach, even if you don't remember the past, that's okay. I'll stay with you and help bring back your memories. This time, no one will split us up again."

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.

I didn’t believe it then. I won’t believe it tomorrow. Not with Damien Reid back in my life. Not with Ava holding my hand like she remembers who I used to be. And definitely not now that fate has thrown me straight into the fire I ran from. Because some loves don’t disappear. They wait. They smolder. They burn quietly… Until someone finally opens the door and lets oxygen in.

Nicole replied. “You’re crazy, woman. I came here for some much-needed peace and quiet. I’ll thank you very much to leave me alone and give me that privacy.” “Oh, come on! Admit it. You came here because you knew that there’s a very high chance that I’ll be lodged here. This used to be the only hotel in which we carried out our rendezvous back then, after all. We can pick off where we left off, you know. I haven’t had sex in a hot minute, and despite the fact that you look like you’ve been in a ghastly accident, all I can think about right now is devouring you like a starved woman.”

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

"You broke me. And then you walked back into my life ten years later like it was nothing and now I'm supposed to live in your house and carry your child and watch you kiss your ex outside a fertility clinic and just..." "Fuck! I said I didn't kiss her." His voice cracked this time slightly. "She grabbed me Lucia. I didn't...I was looking for you. I found Anna and I was asking her what she was doing there and she saw you coming and she..." He stopped again. His hands went into his pockets. "I couldn't finish the sentence because saying it feels like it happened again and it makes me sick." The street was quiet around them and people were begining to notice them even though they pretended not

I don't know but it burns bright hot. He returns the kiss with an even hotter passion, and I moan, feverish with naked lust. It ignites easily between us like a kindling match. Then it roars into a furnace and I burn. I burn for him. So bright, it is a wonder I haven't burned out yet. I doubt I ever would. He would never let me. He would always rekindle me. As I would him. I moan into his mouth, I let the quilt around my waist fall. I had put on my jeans earlier but it wouldn't pose any resistance to this.

It was intense, all consuming, all encompassing, just like a very large blazing inferno that burned through us without any mercy. And yet, even after we both got our shuddering, earth-shattering releases, it still wasn’t enough. We just couldn't get enough of each other! However, the second time, we slowed down. This time, it was different. This time, we took our time, savoring every touch, every kiss, every whispered name. It was sweet, languid, unbearably sensual. It was like a rediscovery, a reawakening of our lost souls. Souls that we lost six years ago when we lost each other…